Week 36: Honeydew House

Julia, you're now 36 weeks along on this magical journey they call the road to life, or pregnancy, or whatever. Whatever it is, you've only got about 3 weeks left of it!

You've been doing your job quite well: You're growing, rolling around, kicking and squirming.

Your Mom is as beautiful as always:

It's so interesting to compare the Julia with the Aidan belly at the same week in pregnancy. Here's your Mom about 3 years ago, very pregnant with Aidan:

I think you may be a bigger belly, Miss Julia...but just by a hair! But, there's no real sense in comparing apples to oranges, when you're really the size of a honeydew melon.

News from the womb indicates that your heaing is fully developped, that your liver and kidneys are in working order, that your circulation and immune systems are pretty much good to go and that you're finalizing those steps to be able to breathe on your own. Also, we know that your Mom's cervical lining (that glue which basically keeps the first steps of labor from starting to happen) is all-but gone. It was thinned to 80% two weeks ago, and this week the doctor didn't even bother to check.

Now since you're coming via C-section anyway, we don't really need to worry about dilation and all that, like we did last time. BUT if you decide you're ready to come earlier than October 11, 2012, then we'd better be ready.

Which makes the honeydew even more important. See, we've been scrambling to get everything ready for your arrival. Feels like we've been prepping hard since the beginning of summer, but we really kicked it into high gear recently. We made our "honey-do" lists (you know, like "honey, do this", "honey, do that", we checked them twice, and we started crossing them off our list. Everything's falling into place...

Your Yaya finshed work on your dresser, and we got that put in place of the old changing table.
I painted different walls in different rooms.
We went to Ikea to finish setting up your Mom's new office (so we could move the office stuff from the playroom, so we could get the playroom all set up).
We sold old stuff, and bought new stuff: new swing, new stroller, new bouncy chair.
I cleaned out and organized the shed (yes, that had to be done before you came!)
I scooted over Aidan's seat and installed yours.

Looks Good right? I keep asking Aidan if he knows who's going to be sitting next to him soon. His answer thus far has been, "huh?"

We're prepping Aidan for our stay at the hospital by doing a test run of spending the night at Yaya's house tonight.
We're working extra hard with Aidan on being gentle with the items you will soon frequent.
We got out all the old baby toys and put them away. Aidan keeps taking them out.

All this honey-do-ing can sure make a guy tired...

But, we're getting there baby, and there are only a few more honey-do's to do. But you know what? You have a loving brother waiting for you (occasionally he waits behind trees):

You've got a loving, beautiful Mom who is QUITE ready for you to arrive.

And you've got a devoted Dad who is so excited to meet you and finally get to hold you.

Plus two doggies who you're just going to love, 4 awesome grandparents, aunts and uncles and friends.

So, if you come tomorrow, you'll be all set. It doesn't matter if that picture doesn't get framed and hung, or the ceiling paint touched-up. Those honey-do's can all wait once our perfect honeydew arrives.

Cribbage!

Just in time to celebrate your 36th week, your crib finally arrived at Buy Buy Baby! Your Mom couldn't wait to go get it. So, after the class on Saturday, we rounded up Mimi, Nannah and Baba and Baba's pick up truck (Pops was out of town) and headed up to the store to get your crib and mattress!

But, your Mom had to wait a WHOLE day to put the crib together (due to pre-existing plans). But, alas, on Sunday night, after the Super Bowl, your Mom and I got busted out our Allen wrenches and put your crib together.

Expecting this process to be as painful as they show it to be in the movies, I was all ready to pull my hair out, get frustrated at poorly written instructions and spackle over whatever mistakes I made.

But, this crib was surprisingly easy to put together! In fact, here's how to do it in 6 easy steps:

Step 1: Get a giant box and put it in the nursery.

Step 2: Open said giant box and remove contents

Step 3: Scratch your head

Step 4: Attach Mobile.

Step 5: Move Camera to take bad picture!

Step 6: Add your parents and a giraffe to said bad picture

And now you're all set! Your crib is built, the sheets are on the mattress (as is the waterproof pad) and all we need now is... you!

It's Week 36, and you've got class!

Wow. It's week 36 already! That's the beginning of your ninth month! Just about 4 weeks to go, but theoretically, you could come as early as next Saturday and be considered full term!

But we're keeping our fingers (and legs) crossed for a March debut! But, if you come in February, we won't think you're any less cool!

We celebrated the beginning of your Ninth month in a classroom in the basement of the hospital in which you'll be born.

It sounds boring, I know. But it was anything but boring!

Your mother and I learned so many cool things about labor and pain management and delivery and what happens next!

There's a lot to learn here, dude!

Your mom and I learned some breathing techniques to promote calm (but none of the hee-hee-hee-hooooooo lamaze stuff you see in the movies), I was taught a couple very simple massage techniques (one using a pool noodle) to help your Mom's back, your Mom learned a couple stretches and exercises to help lull you into the right position and loosen her hips. We learned about the magical uterus!

We learned all about different ways to cope with the pain, fear and anxiety about labor. There are tons of things the partner (me) can do to help your Mom work through early labor before we get to the hospital.

Apparently joke-telling isn't one of them.

The teacher had all the women in the class put a clothes pin on the most-sensitive part of their ear and keep it there for one minute. The partners weren't allowed to interact with them at all. The clothes pins stayed on for one minute.


Then we tried the experiment again, but this time, the partners could interact. So we held hands, I played with her hair, did some shoulder massage and told some really awesome jokes.

Your Mom initially thought that she preferred the version Without me! Because, apparently, I was annoying. But, then she learned that the second clothes-pin-on-ear segment lasted for TWO minutes! And she thought it had gone by as fast- if not faster- as the first one.

Turns out I'm not completely useless (much to our collective dismay!).

But, I learned a lot of obvious things too: don't argue with Holly during labor; don't tell her to do things she's already doing (breathe!); don't ask her stupid questions (apparently there are such things!), and don't tell jokes just because I'm nervous. But, I can still be funny if the moment calls for it. I think it was foolish to leave it up to me to determine when that moment may be!
We learned alot about Drugs. Most of our lives they teach us to "Just Say No" to Drugs. But for pregnant women, there are several options to help manage the pain of labor. One is a Narcotic (called an Analgesic) one is an Epidural (which sends pain medicine directly into an area in the spinal column). Before this class your Mom was thinking of being completely drugged up the entire time. She was operating under the axiom that, with today's technology, a woman doesn't need to feel any pain in the labor and delivery.
And that's true! The epidural can be administered so well that the Mother can't even feel contractions. She has to put her hands on her belly to physically feel for them to know when to push!
After seeing these videos and learning more about the options, your Mom has changed her mind. She wants to try to go as long as possible without the drugs. In effect, she wants to feel some of the pain! But, when she's no longer satisfied with her ability to cope, she'll get the druggy druggy drugs.
But her philosophy on the pain management has changed. Your Mom's idea is that a woman shouldn't have to feel any pain that she doesn't want to feel!

At the end of the class, we got on a tour of the facility to see where you will actually be born! We saw the Labor and Delivery rooms (we're definitely requesting one with a jacuzzi in it!) and our Private Room where you, me and your Mom will stay for about 48 hours after your birth.
We also got to peek into the nursery and see two newborn baby girls. They were under an hour or so old, and way bigger than I thought they'd be. Or way bigger than I thought you will be! It's still amazing that a creature that size is inside your Mom's womb right now!
It's even more amazing to think in about 4 weeks we will all be back at that hospital, in those rooms and finally, you will be here!
I watched a little animation at the end of this blog that shows how much you've grown (from a poppyseed or smaller to a watermelon). I must admit, though I didn't cry or get teary eyed, I knew at that moment that when you arrive, I'm most likely going to cry. This was re-confirmed for me while we were sitting in the Private Post-Birth Recovery room where the new family of three will be reunited for the first time. I daydreamed about you, me and your Mom sitting there together. And I knew, again, that I'm going to be so happy to see you, to finally meet you, that -yup-there will be some old fashioned waterworks going on.
But, hopefully I don't cry like a baby. Because, at that point, you'll officially be a baby- instead of a fetus- and crying like one will officially be your job!
Oh, and for the record, I didn't last for 15 seconds with the clothes pin on my ear.

What did the Papa Tomato Say to The Baby Tomato when he was lagging behind?

Ketchup!

As you get to know me, you'll find that I have tons of awesome jokes like that.

But, today, we're going to play "ketchup" and take a look at how much you've grown over the past 4 weeks!

Week 31

Week 32


Week 33



Week 34

As you can tell, the wardrobe choices are become slimmer and slimmer as your Mother becomes...pregnanter and pregnanter.

You can also see how well your nursery is coming together! We did, in fact, hang up the illustrations I told you about so long ago!

Even though I talk to you every day and write to you almost as often, I still can't wait for you to actually come out so we can talk face to face, and finally have the time to catch up, for real!

Plus, I literally have dozens of amazing jokes to tell you!

A Thousand Words

Sometimes a picture comes along that just says it all. Sometimes I take that picture.

This picture is that picture. Or at least to me, it is.

I could ramble on again about everything we're doing this week to prepare for you (including buying about 10,001 picture frames for your mom's plan to decorate your nursery and digging up memories of an old poster of Fairy Tale land and reading more rapidly through the pregnancy books).

I could tell you how I'm freaking out a little about birthing and materials necessary and the shower and emergency routes to the hospital and how to tell when your mom is in labor and whether or not we want to register your cord blood and get professional pregnancy pictures.

I could tell you how I'm flabbergasted that you could theoretically be here- and be full term- in as few as 6.5 weeks!

But, instead, I just want to share this picture with you. When I get overwhelmed or nervous with all we have to do before you get here, I will try to transport myself to the frame of mind that this picture induces: you are here, you are coming, your Mom is gorgeous and we are so excited and simultaneously at peace and in awe with your impending arrival.

Also, sorry about the smudges on the mirror. We have to do something about that.

The Lion, The Wardrobe (no Witch)

December 9. Winter's definitely descended upon Dallas. Normally at this time of year it is still light-jacket weather (50s), but this morning it was mid-20s with a windchill of 11 degrees! This must sound ridiculously cold to you, seeing as how you're used to a cozy 98.7 around-the-clock.


But with winter weather, comes the winter wardrobe. Unfortunately, though, your Mom's winter pea coat, which usually envelops her, and could do so twice over, hardly buttons around her belly. It is dangerously close to what your Pops coined as the forced-casual look.

In fact, over the weekend your Mother postulated that she might have one more week before the jacket simply would not close around her. At that point, though, I will donate my jacket to the cause. By the time she outgrows that, we hope it will be Spring though.

But not to worry, we'll keep the bump (that's you) nice and warm and cozy.

You'll also be warm and cozy in your nursery too. And now that the basics of the nursery are down, we're talking decorations.

Your Mom wants to decorate your nursery (or at least one wall of it ) with illustrations of animals from Classic children's books.


As part of our continuing effort to pre-natally communicate with you daily, we were reading Shel Silverstein's "Lafcadio: The Lion Who Shot Back" out loud to you last night. It was a good book. When you understand English we'll read it to you again.

But, due to this reading, Lafcadio made the list of creatures in your nursery!

After we read, we brainstormed about other characters for your nursery, and here's who else you may be seeing:

George, Curious.Lion, Cowardly.Manic Depressive Donkey

Crocodile, Lyle, Lyle

Caterpillar, Hungry, Hungry

Brown Bear, Brown BearBabarSylvester (of the Magic Pebble Situation)And the Petit Prince's Fox

...but that's just to name a few.

How is this all going to work together in a cohesive design? I have no idea. That's not my department. But I do know that you're going to love your nursery (or at least we will), and that you'll be sound and snug in your new home. In fact, I'm going to go ahead and promise you that you'll be even more snug than your mother's winter jacket!

Nesting (and the growing-egg)

"Nesting" is apparently what happens when mamas and dads start to gather and collect a bunch of really cute toys, clothes and furniture to make a nice little nest for their fast-approaching little ones. It's also when they gather sticks, papers and other various garbage to make a little hay bowl in a tree somewhere so that they'll have a place to regurgitate worms into their offspring's mouths.



Much to your benefit, we've opted for the first option for nesting; the human one. The second option was too messy...and it takes forever to get those worms out of your teeth.

But, your nursery is really coming together. And all the speed holes have been patched and repainted. They say that there is no home project that goes smoothly. That's true: in hanging up more curtains this week, I made one extra speed hole when I accidentally hit wood with a molly. But, this mistake was a lot less vexing than last week's. Probably because I've gotten used to seeing what the inside of the walls in your nursery look like. Maybe by the end of this pregnancy, I'll be a handyman pro and not make any mistakes. But that's really not that fun...then I wouldn't learn how to do fun things like "Spackle" and "Cuss under my breath when I hit my thumb with my hammer!"

But let's not focus on the mistakes. Take a look at how this bad boy is shaping up!

Blammo- Look at those curtains and sheer curtain things and animal print top curtains! They almost look like they're professionally hung! And check it out in the foreground: that's your diaper changing table, courtesy of your Uncle Dana and Aunt Mendi via your cousin Kathryn.

Plus, you can't see in these pictures all the awesome clothes that your Aunt April and Uncle Taff and Cousins Keith and Jenny have given us (for your Mom to wear) and that Uncle Keith and Auntie Deborah gave us for YOU to wear (via your cousin Kobi). Everyone is being so nice and helping stock your nursery like crazy!

And check out what Holly's boss, Loretta, made for you:
Finally, the sock monkey your Mom made for you won't be so lonely! He has a little yellow elephant to keep him company! And (despite what it looks like) they're just friends.

And finally, check this stuff out: You'll see some new curtains on those doors (to keep it nice and dark-ish and quiet-ish for you), plus a new rug. The coolest thing, though, is that rocking chair! That rocking chair is Mimi and Pops' and is actually the very same chair that Mimi rocked me and Aunt Rebekka to sleep in night after night! We got new cushions, though, because '70s orange just didn't cut it for us!

Preston and Toby LOVE hanging out in the nursery now. It may be because carpet = soft, but I actually think that they can sense that you will be living there soon and they just can't wait to meet you and be your dogs! (and carpet= soft)

So, the nursery is really shaping up. But, what's the point of looking at the nest if we can't take a peak at the egg!

Here's the bump at week 23!

You're getting bigger and bigger! And your mom reports that your movements are more fluid, less spastic- as if you're becoming a regular person!

And as you continue to grow in your little egg shell there, we'll continue to nest and make sure the room is nice and neat when you come out. But, honestly, the nest is more for us than you. You won't really notice if it were a nice lush nursery or a Motel 6! But trust us, this ain't no Motel 6. This is a high quality, well-thought-out nest.

Now pardon me, I must go gather some more sticks, newspaper and, unfortunately, some worms.

You are the Eggman!

I've been doing a lot of talking lately, so today, I'm gonna let some pictures do the talking! It just so happens that Saturday was the beginning of your 22nd Week in your Mom's belly AND it was Halloween, so we had to do some sort of costume to incorporate the belly! Your Mom is just too creative not to.

So we thought and thought about what costumes we could use to incorporate the preggo bell-o and, after much painting, papier mache-ing, face painting, sewing, embroidering, thrift store shopping and hot gluing, here's what we came up with:


Are you left scratching your head?



See, you are the Eggman...

I am the Walrus!

Goo goo ga joob?

Nah? It's probably before your time. I'll explain it to you, but suffice it to say you'll think it's hilarious and awesome! You're gonna love Halloween!

Your Mom can make almost anything! Look, she even managed to turn me into a be-flippered, fat monster! (though that's not too hard...I do have flippers).

But don't worry, if you want a store bought costume, we can get you one of those too!

And, of course, a week can't go by without us showing how much your mom has grown! Check out this comparison between week and Halloween day (Week 22)! Talk about a fast-growing eggman! It looks like you're almost ready to hatch-- but we're not even in the 3rd trimester yet, buddy-- no need to scramble! Look on the sunny side, in about 120 days you can come out of your shell...and don't worry, I'm not a walrus anymore!

The Cursory Nursery Kerfuffle: Curtains on Fight Night

You've heard of "The Rumble in the Jungle," "The Thrilla in Manilla" or "Kramer V. Kramer" right? (Me neither, but I looked them up).

Well, add another fight to the record books: The Cursory Nursery Kerfuffle I forgot the cardinal rule of pregnancy: don't pick a fight with a pregnant woman and don't take anything she says or does personally.

Actually that's two cardinal rules.

Here's how it all went down: Last night after dinner and a little TV, we decided to put up the curtains in your nursery. Before we did so, I wanted to jump on the computer (not literally, that would break it) for a quick second to check my email and do a few other things.

Meanwhile, though, your Mom was getting impatient with me. I told her I'd be off in a second, and she didn't believe me...which was a good call, because I was definitely on it for more than a literal OR figurative second.

But after a really quick email, and then an even quicker check on something on Facebook and then what was meant to be a really quick check of a PDF that was emailed to me (totally all NOT work related, by the way-- I don't do office work at home, you'll be pleased to know!), she was already beyond impatient.

Your Mom had already moved into the realm of irrational anger and said that I always make her wait! To which I replied, "I'm sorry, I'm here now. Let's put up the curtains."

(please note that all conversations are mere facsimiles of what actually ocurred... I can't remember a whole conversation verbatim!)

(also please note that through no fault of my own [it's mere human nature] the accounts of last night have been retold in a fashion that makes me look 100 % innocent and wonderful and funny to boot!)

"I don't believe your apology!"

"Okay, but seriously I was only on the computer for like five minutes"

"But that's only because I had to kick you off! Who knows how long you would have been on the computer?"

"Well, it doesn't matter- I'm here now! Let's do this curtain thang!"

"You would have piddled for hours and hours on the computer if I hadn't kicked you off!"

Here's where I made my fatal mistake.

Me: "You're being kinda mean and treating me like a child"

"Now you've made me angry! I'm gonna go sit on the couch now and once I sit down I'm not getting up. No curtains for you!"

"Come on, Dude! Let's put these curtains up while we have the opportunity."

"You do it."

"Why are you mad at me?"

"You're a piddler. And you're denying being a piddler to make me look bad on your awesome blog tomorrow."

"You know, I have redeeming qualities too."

"Don't remind me of those right now!" She said while throwing a throw pillow at me (seriously, if they didn't want them to be thrown, they wouldn't have named them that)

(p.s., those last two lines of dialogue and the pillow throw ARE verbatim!)

So, I decided to go upstairs to do homework to abide by that old saying:

"Never hang drapery while angry"

About 20 minutes later I started hearing the tinkering of tools and the soft pitter patter of heavy-footed angry pregnant walking.

I crept downstairs to see what was going on and I see your mother standing on a kitchen chair in your nursery trying to hang the curtains by herself.

Oh, and she was definitely still mad at me. But, she listened to reason at least and got off the chair and allowed me to hang the curtains while she and her stalwart guardians (Toby and Preston) sat and watched me.

2 1/2 hours, 3 unfilled gaping holes in the drywall and the hanging of 2 curtains 3 times later (hey, I'm not a handyman yet!), and the curtains were finished.

And it was curtains on the argument.

Oh yeah, except that I pouted for the rest of the night (which was, by that time, only 20 minutes long).

This morning, though, it's definitely curtains on that little kerfuffle. If only I'd remembered the cardinal rules of dealing with a pregnant woman, the whole thing would have been avoided. But, then again, the curtains probably wouldn't have been hung! So, there's a plus side to everything.

And, as a coda, when debriefing on the events of last night, I recevied word from your Mother that the woman in the house last night actually WASN'T her at all.

I let her know that even if it wasn't her, I was still being a total dope of a moron and should have known better than to pick a fight with a pregnant woman...especially when I was on curtain call! I admitted to being a loutish brute, a no-good ragamuffin and a cantakerous old coot sympathetic to skullduggery. She agreed with me on this assessment.

As a note, man to man, hormones do whacky things to pregnant women. During the whole pillow and stern word-throwing portion of the fight your Mom couldn't stop laughing either, so I didn't know if she was joking or not! Honestly, though, that's not too bad at all to go 22 weeks of pregnancy without one of these hormone-crazed absolutley ridiculous non-sensical scuffles.

All I have to remember is that when a woman is pregnant, her husband is always wrong! Easy enough; future fights mediated.

Note: no curtains were harmed in the making of this blog post. One nursery wall, however, now has three or four extra "speed holes" in it.

The Weight is Over

After being unable to get a straight answer from the doctor (or probably, more likely, from your Mom interpreting the doctor), we finally know how much weight your Mom has gained thus far in the pregnancy.

Luckily enough, the last time she did Wii Fit was early June. By the way, Wii Fit is a video game exercise thing that, in the future, you'll probably laugh at us for using, just was we laughed at our parents for their childhood playthings: twigs and stones and mammoth bones. So in early June we were just a couple of weeks pregnant, but we didn't know it yet!



In fact, the Wii Fit sometimes asks me where your Mother is. Once, the Wii Fit and had this conversation:

Wii fit: Hey...have you seen Holly lately?

Aaron: Yes.

Wii fit: How's she looking?
A. Gained Weight
B. Lost Weight
C. About the same

Aaron: A. Gained Weight.

Wii Fit: Uh-oh...You probably shouldn't tell her that she looks like she's gained weight. Say something nice about her smile or her hair.

Okay, maybe that's not exactly how it went, but, still, that is one sassy machine!

But, it did have a point. Your Mother hasn't stepped on the Wii's scale since June ...but that all changed today.

Without further waiting, the magic number of pounds gained so far is (drum roll please)..THIRTEEN!

That's it? I can gain thirteen pounds at a Chinese buffet! No wonder the doctor said that all the weigh gained was, in fact, all baby. Your Mom is still well within the "normal" range for her height...pregnant or not. In fact, I think her BMI is still lower than mine! BMI is total bunk, by the way, but it's still funny! She really, on paper, hasn't gained that much weight.

But, the visual differences are actually beginning to be quite stunning! Want to see what approximately 13 pounds of baby weight gain looks like?

Here she is in week 12 (after already gaining about 2-3 pounds from her baseline):



And here she is in week 21! Look how big you're getting!

Now for fun, try to find two differences between the 2 21 week photos!
Also, you'll notice your nursery is growing too! That changing table was your Cousin Kathryn's! But your Uncle Dana and Aunt Mendi said you could have it now!

Making Room

Seeing as we're 19 weeks along (which means you're about 21 weeks away from coming out here to meet everyone), we've seriously been making room for you! But getting all the pieces to fall into place has been pretty tricky!

And the ground-breaking ceremony all relied on us finding a new home for one piece of furniture.

You see, the dining room is going to be your nursery, so we needed to clear out the dining room closet to make room for storing your belongings. But, my bass lived in there, so we needed to find a new place for that. The only spot it would fit was the front hall coat closet, but then we needed a coat closet. So, we decided to convert the decorative under-the-stairs nook into a coat closet. But the piece of furniture that lived in that nook needed to go before any of this could happen! Finally, the keystone was removed (we gave it to BJ and Kari to decorate their guest bedroom), and the nursery project could begin!

This is what I look like when I do house repair. Except I have bigger muscles and greener overalls.

So, here's a sample of the fun we've been having over the past week:

• Coat closet converted into bass closet
• Nook converted into coat closet

It may look like I'm playing with Toby, but who plays with a dog with a drill in their other hand?

• Doors mounted on coat closet (thanks to a lot of help from expert carpenter, Nannah Joon)

Take that, Nook! You're a closet now!

• Decorative Bass moved from entry way
• Buffet (and record player stand) moved from kitchen area to entry way
• Decorative Bass moved to bedroom
• Dining table moved to kitchen area
• Book shelves constructed
  

And, blammo- you've got yourself room for a baby! We're well on the way to an awesome nursery!

Uncle Joe, Nannah Joon and your cousins Devon and Jeanessa playing Uno in your nursery when it was a dining room


And now look at it! It's really starting to look like your nursery in there!

The hardest part about creating all this new storage space is to not fill it up immediately. Even though you're just gonna be a teeny tiny baby, you come with a lot of hardware; so we're gonna need a lot of space to store it!

And even though we've always had emotional room for you, now we have physical room for you too! And you even have your own physical room!

Speaking of making room, your Mom is certainly doing a lot of room making too. Her belly continues to grow and grow! In fact, her belly is growing so much that she's out of pants again (it's too cold to wear her maternity capri pants). So, on Sunday we went off to Target to buy her new pants. Instead of the more expensive maternity wear, she decided to try and buy a regular pair of jeans, just a few sizes up. Dejected, she walked out of the dressing room: they did not fit! The ones that fit her waist are too long or too big for the legs, the ones that fit her height are far too small for her belly! And the sundress she tried on looked like a Muumuu. That probably didn't help matters much.

Seriously, who invented these?

But, ever resourceful, your Mom decided to make her own drawstring pants.

Pants or no, though, your Mom continues to make room for you! Last night alone she had a bowl of broccoli cheese soup, a bowl of ice cream, (Moolenium Crunch again), two pieces of buttered toast and...right before bed, she hit the fridge again for some dried fruit!

At this rate, there's going to be plenty of room for you!