I took a couple of snapshots of Joe’s room as it looks now. We still have to find new sheets for the bed (which looks like it will fit in there!), plus shelves and artwork for the walls, but here’s what we’ve got so far:
The changing station/dresser: This is chock-full of clothes, all washed and ready for him. I need to get some shelves and a basket or two to organize all the doo-dads, but you get the idea.
The nursing corner. We’re going to get a rug to go under here — the floor boards are uneven and it makes for a bumpy ride when you rock.
The crib! I wanted to dress it up in all the sheets and bumpers right away, but Patrick made a very good point that we should wait until Joe’s almost here so it’s fresh. In the meantime, it’s holding all the stuff we haven’t hung up or put away yet.
Inside the armoire. Look at all those blankets!
This must have taken forever:
Patrick just came in to tell me he saw the perfect commercial for my dad. Here ’tis!
There was a time when Patrick popped up in The Fayetteville Observer every other day. Now that we don’t live there anymore, people are probably surprised to see him on the front page of today’s military section:
They did a story on the fifth anniversary of the Iraq invasion and how it affected Fayetteville families. Last week they asked people to send in their personal photos of deployment scenes, communication to/from Iraq, etc. So we sent some of ours in.
You can see the photo better on their Web site, but for some reason in the online version it appears to be illustrating a story about wounded soldiers. People who know him (and know he came back fine, just a little skinny) might be confused by that …
Isn’t he handsome?
ETA: They fixed the Web site so that his photo illustrates the appropriate story now. Whew!
For the next several weeks, Joe and I are seeing the doctor every two weeks instead of once a month. This morning, the doctor listened to his heartbeat (nice and strong!) and felt around to see where his head is. Turns out he’s in a transverse position (sideways, instead of upside-down or right-side-up):
This makes sense, because I’ve been feeling lots of kicks on my left and occasional fluttery fingers on my right. Last night I was lying on my right side, with the TV remote resting on the left side of my belly. Joe began vigorously kicking, making the remote rock back and forth and wobble up and down. Patrick could see it from across the room!
I also learned from the nurse that I’ve gained a whopping 40 pounds, so I was prepared for a lecture from the doctor. (My mother still recalls the talking-to she got from her doctor at this stage of pregnancy — she went on to have my 11-pound sister, so the joke was on him!) Anyway, my doctor said she wasn’t worried about it and that I’d be surprised how much of it comes off as water weight after the birth. She’d be more concerned if I weren’t gaining enough weight. No chance of that!
From my friend Annette, with the tiny feet and cute shoes: a funny video from The Daily Show.