Your dad and I have been absolutely swamped with work, trying to buy our new "old" house. So many things have happened that make us want to throw in the towel on this project, but we know that it's the right thing to do, especially for you. The neighborhood is great! Whatever you do, don't come too early -- I want to get your nursery set up!
We went to our first childbirth class on Sunday, and had a pretty good time. Your dad has definitely decided that he does not care to see the placenta after you arrive -- I can't blame him. The hospital is just as wonderful as I thought it would be -- every room is a birthing room, so you'll get to be with us the whole time we're there. I must admit that I had no fears at all about labor and delivering you prior to the class -- now I have a twinge of normal anxiety! But I still can't wait...
Okay, I'm convinced that you're coming early. I've been saying that for a few weeks now, but the feeling just keeps getting stronger that I'm right. Other women who've had babies before are looking at my huge belly and saying "there's no way that you're gonna make it to May 22!" I'm paranoid! Your dad and I aren't quite ready to move into the new house, which panics me. I am behind with my website work when I need to be ahead of the game so I can take some time off with you -- this panics me. I'm just a ball of anxiety right now, but it's nothing like the feelings I had early on when I was worried about you making it. Now I'm just worried you're gonna plop out too soon for me to have your room ready! All in all, not a bad thing to be worried about...
Your dad, the dogs, the cats, and I just spent our first night in our new house! Your room isn't exactly ready (we're still waiting to get the crib from your Aunt Lynn), but the carpet is awesome! Your dad was totally inspired and did a great job. It will be the most beautiful room in the house. Moving's been rough, but I've been pretty good about not lifting anything, taking breaks, etc. In fact, I really feel sorry for your dad -- all he had was his buddy Dave helping him, and I was barely any help at all. But he didn't complain a bit. We're so thrilled to have our own home finally...
I've been ordered to bed by my doctor's nurse -- I had Braxton Hicks contractions all day yesterday. Every time I stood up, I had a painless contraction, and that went on for hours. When I called this morning about it, Tasha at Dr. K's office told me that I just "bought the bed," and that sitting up didn't count. Your dad is kindly catering to me as I watch TV and read in bed. He's very stern when it comes to you.
You were showered with gifts today! Not the first time (the first shower was at my office), but this was when my friends and family got to share in our fun. You got so much stuff! Mostly clothes, many of which I'm sure you'll never wear, but some of the other stuff (baby hardware!) too. Like I always seem to do, I was on my feet the whole shower, talking with everyone, having fun. At the end of it all, I was totally wiped out! Your dad's mom and Aunt Helen were in town for the event; they stayed with us a couple of nights. Boy, they gave us a lot of goodies -- the best being the camcorder! Finally we get to document your impending arrival!
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