Updates From My Life

The Baby

Right now, we’re playing the waiting game. We’re half past week 38, and the baby could come any time. I’ve got a few thing to wrap up at work, but am feeling pretty good about having things in order. Our bag is packed, the house is tidied up, and a kind co-worker has offered to show us how to install our Graco car seat, so we don’t have to enlist aid from the fire department.

Physically, he’s a lot lower now, and still moving up a storm. He’s pretty big now, so when he turns over, you can see a bulge of baby sticking out between my ribs or smack in the middle of my stomach. The only other change is that I’ve been feeling more of a compulsion to do family get-togethers lately, because I want the baby to enjoy an extended family like I had while growing up.

This means trips to Kristy’s farm as well, which is a win-win, because the baby will get to see his cousin AND learn about that whole “nature” thing, which he is unlikely to discover in our overly-technological household.

The Mommy

I’ve been down with a mild cold for the past few days, courtesy of a mucus-spewing waitress who perhaps should have 1) stayed home instead of serving food or 2) worn a suave swine-flu mask to work.

Being 8 1/2 months pregnant and sick is frustrating, because you’re never sure which symptoms are from the baby and which are from being sick. I suppose it doesn’t really matter, since in about 2 weeks, I should be either recovering or recovered from both and enjoying the nice summer weather on maternity leave. So, it’s just a matter of getting there.

Housing

We’re still looking at open houses – lately, there’s been an increase in available houses, which is nice, since there haven’t been many for the past year. We may go look at a house in Danvers today, right after we stop by Lowes or Home Depot, which are wonderful, wonderful stores.

Jon Vs. Cats

The reason we are going to Home Depot is that Jon has recently declared war on our cats, and refuses to let them wander around freely at night. I can buy into that, because I’m up already about 3 times a night from the baby, and being woken up by cats as well is just not okay.

Unfortunately, our cats do not share this feeling, and need special precautions, like a rug wedged under the door so they don’t scratch up our hall carpet and cost us deposit money from the apartment complex, a new compact litter box, and the door handles reversed – I had to put the one with the lock button on the outside, because otherwise they engage the push handles and let themselves out. I would be irritated, but I kind of have to applaud their talents. Then, there’s the morning sweeping to take care of the spilled litter, food and rug shreds.

All in all, this is almost more trouble then just being woken up a couple of times during the night. I’m looking forward to having a house with a big basement, where they can roam about all night, or maybe even a kitchen where they could be locked in. And then, we could train them to make us breakfast, so when we got up in the morning, the coffee would be ready.