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As of last Thursday's appointment our baby weighs 6 pounds, 13 ounces.

About 3 weeks to go and we are more excited than ever....

Operation carseat installation has commenced.  I don't remember my nieces' and nephews' carseats being such a pain in the arse to install, but there we sat, Lloyd and I, reading the instructions with the useless photos.  On the carseat base, itself, there are tons of colorful stickers with "helpful" reminders and pointers on the installation process but somehow we ended up confused.

Where does this clip go?  Is the seat at the right angle? Because it says if there's any "red" showing that the angle is either too high or too low.  Where's the doo-dad to change the angle?  And it says to be careful not to pinch your fingers in the doo-dad while re-angling (which means we will, ultimately, end up with pinched fingers).

We spend so much time figuring out how to assemle our baby stuff, perhaps, sub-consciously thinking this will guarantee our baby will be happy, healthy and never get ill or fall down.... if we can just do it right.

That and the fact that the hospital folk said they won't let you take your baby home if the carseat isn't installed correctly.  But have they seen some of these carseat bases???

I mean.... really.

So while I regret not majoring in like, NASA engineering in college, I know we will feel super stoked and super accomplished once we get this seemingly simple task completed.

We left the carseat at the 'slightly red' angle and took a spin over to get some dinner.

We will go back to the carseat drawing board tomorrow, so for now I gots to keep baby tucked away, because we wouldn't be able to get him/her home from the hospital anyway.

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