Holy cow, it's the 33rd week. How in the world is that possible? I know, I know, I say that on a regular basis. But seriously, doesn't it seem like I was just talking about it being the half-way point? In just 4 very short, very busy weeks, I'll be considered full term. Any time in the 3 weeks after that (barring a baby that decides he doesn't want to leave) I'll have a baby in my arms! Yikes!
More on that later... But to start with...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREG & EMILY!!!
Okay, it has been another crazy busy week. I find my self crashing into bed on a regular basis between 9-10:30 every night, unable to keep my poor eyes opened!
Monday, I worked late. New client. Woohoo! Greg had a meeting, I think. Tuesday, Greg had TWO meetings, and I had another late night with the client from Monday.
Wednesday was a very important day! It was, of course, an Evan night. Yeah! We had his Big Brother class at Wood County Hospital. He learned all about being a big brother and how important of a job it is. He made a onesie for the baby with a dragonfly (VERY exciting!) and watched a Sesame Street movie about being a Big. We also got to go up to the OB department of the hospital where he got to see a brand new baby girl. They showed her belly button with the clip on it and the kids got to tickle the baby's toes through the window. There was only ONE baby in there!
Oh, and then, they read a book. During this book, the discussion came up about how you should never, ever feed a new baby "big people food". She asked what babies eat, and of course, the answer was milk. She asked how they get that milk (thinking bottles, I'm sure), and the just barely 3 year-old girl pipes up "Boobies". Of course, Evan picked up on that new word right away and said "What are boobies?". The nurse who taught the class jumped right in and talked about how cows (thanks) feed their babies. *sigh*. We're still figuring out how to approach that one. Any advice from those who breastfed? We're going to try to be descrete, but obviously, he'll be 5. He's going to have questions and comments about it.
Thursday was yet another class-- Our childbirth class. This week, we were informed about labor and delivery. I'm so glad I don't have to watch myself go through that. (No, we're not videotaping or taking pictures of that, thank you). Ouch. But, I'm sure it'll be fine, and I know that the end result makes it worthwhile.
Friday was Greg's birthday! Yeahhh!!!!! Happy 34th Birthday!!! I love you. It started out as a rough day thanks to a semi-work related issue, but it ended on a fantastic note. We went to the Flag City Balloon Fest in Findlay after we picked up Evan. We a had a fair-food picnic supper and watched about 25 hot air balloons float over us. It was lots of fun. Unfortunately, we couldn't stay for the balloon glow that night. Greg had to get up SUPER early for his Saturday shift.
Saturday morning. Greg got up at 5am and left for work at the Sentinel. I got up soon after, as I just couldn't sleep-- about 6am. Evan was up about an hour later. He and I had a lazy early morning, and then he hopped into the bath. Greg got home soon after that. I showered and we headed out the door around 10am to hit our favorite Saturday routine-- Stimmel's for doughnuts. Yum! We hit some garage sales (a bust) and then came home for a very short time before heading to Pemberville for the parade. Woo hoo! There were some great floats, and the kids got TOO MUCH candy. Between Sami and Evan, they had a MONSTER bag full of candy. OH MY LANTA. Too much. We hit Em's house for a birthday party for Em & Greg afterwards. The kids played on Sami's 4-wheeler around the yard for a while. Mom and Dad got Greg a set of adirondak chairs for his birthday.
We headed back to BG around 5:45- We had ANOTHER birthday dinner at Greg's folks at 6:30. OH, it was so good. Steak, potatoes and corn on the cob. We were SPOILED!!! Yum!!! Greg got some really nice clothes, a book and of course, his monster box of popcorn. I think he had a pretty good birthday.
Evan stayed the night with Grandma & Papa VV. I think he loved every minute of it. We met them for breakfast this morning a the BG cafe-- I think we were all surprised-- There was nobody there, and was right across the street from the tractor pull. Very strange.
I had a wedding shower this afternoon for my cousin, Annette Risenburg, and Greg worked on sealing the deck and new chairs, along with assembling the chairs. He did an AWESOME job.
This week brings more of the same busy-ness, although G took off this monday, and I took off this next Friday and Monday.
In baby news this week....
Baby should be settling into the head-down position in the next few days. He should be more than 4 pounds at this point and 17-18 inches long! I'm up every night at almost exactly 3:30am to take a trip to the bathroom now, and Greg is hating it as much as I am. (GOOD! If I have to suffer, so does he! mehhhH!) He seems to think that I'm jumping up and down on the bed as I attempt to uncomfortably turn my self from one numbed side to the other, and well, it's a lot of work getting this ever-increasing belly to turn over. And when I do, guess who wakes up and decides it would be a great time to play rather than going back to sleep? Yup. Baby. So then I get to enjoy the jabs all over the place as he gets re-situated inside. Oh, and those are my swollen feet in that picture. Ugh!
Love ya!
-jenn & greg
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ok, i don't know what it is, but that text is hard to read, and it gets kind of messed up! love you
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