I’ll just keep this one…

We had a wonderful weekend in Atlanta visiting my dad and friends. On Friday, while Dad & Travis were at the Braves/Red Sox game, I went to play with the cutie in the pictures below. He felt so much smaller and fragile in real life than he appears in the pictures, but he is even cuter in person. I contemplated taking him home with me and skipping the whole labor experience, but Addy & Big Stu didn’t seem like they’d let me out the door with him. I was impressed with the two of them – they seemed like they’d been doing the parent thing forever. They’re such naturals. On my way home, I chuckled to myself about how different the two of them are than when they first got together back when we were in Athens. It’s fun to watch how they’ve changed and gone from those college kids to these wonderful parents.

Tomorrow morning I have my doctor’s appointment to take my glucose tolerance test. Hopefully I’ll pass and not have to go back to take the 3-hour test. I’ve heard that the drink is like a really really sweet Sunkist. At least I like Sunkist – but I may not after tomorrow morning. Tomorrow also starts an increased frequency in my doctor visits where I’ll now be going every two weeks until the last month.

Baby Stuart

Baby Stuart

House - June 019

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A race to the finish line…

Not sure if you all knew, but Travis and I (more me than Travis) have officially entered the third and final trimester in our countdown to Baby Cain. We have also entered the final couple months in our countdown to our new home. I am desperately hoping that the house beats the baby to the finish line..and judging by the progress we are looking good. (Pictures of the house are posted below)

Last night, Trav & I went on a date night to see “The Proprosal” (after I promised to go see Transformers with him over the weekend – it’s all about compromise). As we sat there and enjoyed the movie, we realized that these are our final couple months of being able to pick up and go where we want, and take the baby with us without it crying, needing to be fed, or needing to be changed. Some parts of the pregnancy are so real – being kicked in the side all the time, uncomfortable sitting (or standing for that matter) for long periods of time, being bulky, and increasing in size by the day (both me and the baby) – but I am still having trouble envisioning what life is going to be like once the baby is actually here with us. I’m definitely not trying to envision labor right now – no need to rush the pain.

We’re also doing our last bit of traveling the next couple weekends before we start settling in at home. Travis has already started trying to vastly limit what I can do. Apparently he thinks that once pregnant women reach a certain size they should not be allowed to drive, weed flowerbeds, bend over, or leave home without their cell phones. While I think he’s slightly overprotective, I will confess that he had to help me up off the floor last night. I was painting some sheetrock we borrowed/stole/took from our house yesterday so that I could confirm that the paint colors we picked were indeed what we want. I made it down to the floor and painted fine (in a well ventilated area on small pieces of sheetrock), but I did have to be helped up off the floor because no matter which way I turned or twisted I always seemed to fall back down on my rear end.

In more baby news, the question we hear constantly (right after “what is the sex?” from people who don’t already know) is “do you have a name?”…Do I have a name? I have FOURTEEN names floating through my head but they haven’t congealed into a single first and middle name combination yet that seems to fit the baby. And no, we’re not really going to tell the options until we’ve narrowed it down. I think most people feel the need to tell you which one they like, and then what if we pick the other one? How would you feel….or worse, what if you don’t just tell me which one you like, but turn your nose up at the other one and then that’s the one we pick – then you’ve got egg on your face, or we just will always know you hate our child’s name. This is a good lesson Travis & I have learned during the pregnancy – if any of our pregnant friends do start revealing their name options, we always we respond with that’s pretty or that’s cool – even if it’s not what we’d pick. HOWEVER, when it’s finalized everyone will know, and we can all start monogramming everything in sight, and I promise we’ll know before he’s born – I’m thinking when we see him again in a few weeks at the next/final sonogram it will just hit us.

Pictures of the house are below. I’ll try to include one of me tomorrow. I’m having a pretty good hair day today, so maybe I can remember to have Trav take a picture tonight.

We've got stone now - still have to paint all the hardyboard

We've got stone now - still have to paint all the hardyboard

We have front steps

We have front steps

This is what all of our rooms look like right now

This is what all of our rooms look like right now

Father’s Day Weekend

We spent this past weekend in Waycross attending the Travis’s cousin’s wedding. Unfortunately, I left my camera in the car during the wedding so I don’t have any pictures from that. While we were in South Georgia we took advantage of the opportunity to only spend an extra hour on the road and traveled over to Hahira to see my dad and grandparents. Food was of course my main focus, and I wish I had taken a picture of all the food my grandmother fixed us – fresh peaches, strawberries, canteloupe, watermelon, and pineapple plus homemade chicken salad and ham sandwiches. It was all so delicious! Here’s a picture we took – unfortunately they put the big pregnant woman in her high heels front and center, but you can definitely see the bump making it’s appearance.House - June 013

This weekend we’re off to Atlanta on Friday for Travis to go to the Braves/Red Sox game with my dad. They conveniently couldn’t find a third ticket for me – I think I heard them talking behind my back about not wanting to take me to a game in 100 degree weather and listen to me complain. I’m planning on going to visit Adrienne and Baby Stu instead – I figure I can practice my baby skills while at the same time picking her brain about what baby items she’s actually using now that she has a baby, what the “must-haves” are versus the “wastes of money”.

New Pictures

Week 24..and 1/2, I guess.
House - June 011

In other news, the house is moving along fast. The builder told us yesterday that we may even get in before our original closing date. That would be great as I think I’m going to need all the time I can get to get the house and nursery in order before the baby gets here.

Shingles are up and the hard-i-board is going up now

Shingles are up and the hard-i-board is going up now

Back of the house

Back of the house

Sheetrock is going up inside - I think this is in the kitchen

Sheetrock is going up inside - I think this is in the kitchen

What not to say to your pregnant wife…

Even if you’re joking. I came home from a full day of work and had stopped by the grocery store for Travis to greet me with, “My Gosh! You look HUGE today!” Please excuse him – he’s just having a stupid moment. He has no idea that HUGE is a relative term in our lives right now. I told him not to waste such grandiose adjectives now when he’ll need them during months 8 and 9.

Practice Makes Perfect

Just look at the precious angel in the pictures below (no not Travis – the other one). That is Emma, my old roommate Mollie’s niece, and Travis and I got to keep her for a couple hours last weekend while her family went to a wedding. We had a blast, while at the same time figuring out that we have a LOT to learn. On the upside, we kept Emma safe, fed, and dry. On the downside, we did a horrible job of changing her diaper, figuring out how much and where to apply the Desitin diaper rash cream, we forgot to put her bib on until we were halfway done feeding her, and we bribed her shamelessly with these things called Puffs that she eats. Every time we gave her one she seemed to love us more, and we got more kisses, hugs, and smiles with each little Puff.

It was fun to watch Travis with her, and I am so thankful for a husband that loves babies and children. As soon as Emma’s parents left, Travis told me my “turn” was over and to give her to him. I don’t think he left her side for a minute until her parents came home and he had to give her up.

As much fun as we had, we’ve got to do some more of this training. We were exhausted after devoting all our attention to a nine-month old (and it was only TWO hours), and had to go to bed early that night. It’s a marathon not a sprint, though. For those of you out there with babies – we need all the test runs we can get. We can’t promise to do everything right, but we’ll try our best.

Travis Feeding Emma

Copy of Travis Playing