Accomplished this week: met with a CPA about our taxes. She seemed greatly pained at the news that Chad's book advance didn't have taxes withheld and doesn't come with a lot of deductible expenses, but we assured her that we knew we were facing a big bill no matter what deductions she found. Inspired by mucking about in our bills, I did up a tentative budget, while Chad continued his heroic work toward decluttering the garage and basement.
We seem in good financial shape for the arrival of FutureBaby, which is a relief. On that note, I started making lists of stuff we'll need, and then purchased a copy of Baby Bargains; I've skimmed its general advice and already can see that it's going to be massively useful in wading through the plethora of options and information.
I also managed to have a net-positive clothes shopping experience. Even though I'm not scheduled to be in court until late May, a suit became a priority this week when a judge mistook me for a law student. (I was only sitting in the audience, so thought I was safe in business casual . . . ) Found a suit-weight skirt and a collared shirt that, together with an existing one-button jacket left open, make up a perfectly respectable suit (no-one but me will be able to tell that the skirt and jacket are different blacks). I also bought a BellaBand. On one hand, I felt kinda dumb paying $25 for what is basically a big elastic band. On the other, I can now wear partly unzipped pre-pregnancy jeans (flat inside seams! especially since I wasn't able to get bias tape this weekend), and keep two of my three pairs of maternity jeans from sliding down my hips, so it's worth it. I wish I'd found this earlier, it would have kept me from needing maternity jeans in such a hurry and settling for crappy ones. (I promise I'll stop talking about maternity clothes so much now.)
And I bought my first toy for FutureBaby, a really soft cuddly floppy stuffed puppy. (Yes, I know it can't be a bed toy, and that we will be inundated with toys, which is why we agreed to restrict ourselves to one each.) Eee, squooshy cuteness!
The dog is so sound asleep that her head just slid down off her paws and *thunked* on the floor. I hate to wake her for her last trip outside, but I'd like to try for a similar state soon . . .