I found this vintage Ferris wheel set from the 60's in a local antique shop months before I knew I was pregnant. There is something wholesome about these mini legless-armless people and I'm sure we had this when I was young, or one of my friends had it because a flood of nostalgia overtook me when I cranked the dial and the little song started playing.
I didn't even buy it that day, but on another post-pregnancy test trip it was still there and it had to be mine. The theme of our baby's room from the start has been "vintage toys" - now that we know we're having a boy I imagine tin trucks & airplanes, tops, etc...
Alishia has the station wagon/pop-up tent trailer/motorcycle set from when she was a kid. I wanted to sneak all the pieces into my purse and bring them home for Baker's collection (did I tell you his name yet? It's Baker - my maiden name. We don't have a middle name yet, but it will come to us) but her kids really like them and that would be mean. I'll have to get on Ebay soon and start scouring the piles of toys at the thrift stores.
It's good to be home after my packed trip to Phoenix - see Faith's post about it. One new thing I've discovered about pregnancy, as Faith told so well, is that I spill on myself way more. And instead of it just falling to the ground or hitting my jeans, it lands smack dab on the top of my belly in the middle of my shirt. I feel like Homer Simpson. Because of the stained white shirts, and my constant craving for donuts : )