--We closed on our house on October 30th. It is beautiful and amazing and wonderful and my family, especially my mom, has helped us unpack and get things organized. It's been wonderful.
--We still have a billion things to do before Sammy is born. We need to put up a wall so I can do his nursery, organize our basement, decorate the living room, and various other unpacking things. If I think of all this for too long, I cry. So we don't do that much. I just pretend he isn't due in 8 weeks.
--I have selected a new birthplace...we're going to Special Beginnings in Arnold and are planning on a delivery at the birth center (provided Sam makes his entrance between 37 and 42 weeks and doesn't try to be breech.) Both Geoff and I are VERY comfortable with the idea of the center and are thrilled to be (hopefully) avoiding a hospital birth. For us it's a great option and so far we are loving the experience.
--My assistant at work got stolen. My boss decided he needed to "borrow" him until Christmas, basically, so I'm a little bummed at this turn of events. Running a Starbucks Holiday while being hugely pregnant is not on my list of fun things to do. But, the 12 weeks I'll have off snuggling my baby boy should make up for it.
--I'm getting uncomfortable. Please don't tell me how much worse it gets. I am aware that Sam will most likely be doubling his weight between now and birth, and that I'm going to get a lot bigger and more uncomfortable, but that's also on my list of things not to think about. Most of the time I do ok, but certain positions that Sam likes to find himself in are NOT conducive to his mommy's extremely short torso. The boy does not know what the fetal position is. We've got superman down pretty good though. He also doesn't know what head down position is, so hopefully he'll find that this month. He's still got plenty of time to figure out where he belongs.
Nothing much else to report at the time being. Life is good. I love my house, my family, my husband, my baby, and occasionally even my job. I also love that I'm about to go to bed.
3 comments:
I love your life too.
I don't even care if you are uncomfortable, you look too cute for me to care.
(your comfort level might not get worse, really, so don't worry your pretty little head about it. it might just stay the same(like I did, and then felt great the last few weeks) in which case endurance is the name of the game.)
I totally agree with Heather you are really too cute. Plus you need to consider how tall your husband is... he might be putting on weight but eventually he will reach his height and I personally believe that where the discomfort level stops increasing.
I agree... you are too cute. Love the new pic on your side bar. I missed MOPS last week, but hope to see you next month. Congrats on the house. Enjoy these last weeks of pregnancy, much like you've been enjoying each stage. I always think its fun to be preggo at Christmas... I like feeling a new appreciation and kindredness with Mary.
Saw your hubby this week when I was buying my 4 kids a milkshake. :-)
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