The last week and a half have been interesting. It all started with a coworker asking if I liked knowing the birth date. I thought about it for awhile before I came up with an answer: I do not! The logic: when you don't know the date, you wake up every morning with a taste of excitement and thinking, "this could be the day!" I can now say that knowing the date takes that excitement away. Even though labor can happen at any time, the perception of knowing the date changes everything. Now, and over the last week or so, there has been a steady, constant climb to the apex. Coasting. Last week I was very anxious...tough to concentrate at work...maybe a result of knowing the date..but who knows?
Preparing for the arrival of our families, we cleaned the house last weekend...spotless. Shana bought enough food to feed an army (and subsequently stuffed it into her new freezer)...and that may not be enough after thinking how much my nephew and brother will eat. And, we have enough space this time around to house our own cult, if need be. Speaking of a cult, we may have to subdue my father...or as my niece calls him, "Crazy Grandpa".
Shana is doing ok...a lot of Braxton-Hicks...consistently! The baby has been moving around, causing pain every once in awhile. She's "pretty quickly irritated"...in her own words. Oh, Shana got a pedicure last week...pretty red toe nails!! If I say anymore, I may end up sterile.
We have 99.9% decided on a name for our son. Interesting story about that, for posterity's sake: Over the course of the last 8 months, the naming game consisted of me finding names and Shana shooting them down (for the most part). So, when our doctor was late for our last appointment, Shana and I were able to nail out a name within the several precious moments that passed.
Preparing for the arrival of our families, we cleaned the house last weekend...spotless. Shana bought enough food to feed an army (and subsequently stuffed it into her new freezer)...and that may not be enough after thinking how much my nephew and brother will eat. And, we have enough space this time around to house our own cult, if need be. Speaking of a cult, we may have to subdue my father...or as my niece calls him, "Crazy Grandpa".
Shana is doing ok...a lot of Braxton-Hicks...consistently! The baby has been moving around, causing pain every once in awhile. She's "pretty quickly irritated"...in her own words. Oh, Shana got a pedicure last week...pretty red toe nails!! If I say anymore, I may end up sterile.
We have 99.9% decided on a name for our son. Interesting story about that, for posterity's sake: Over the course of the last 8 months, the naming game consisted of me finding names and Shana shooting them down (for the most part). So, when our doctor was late for our last appointment, Shana and I were able to nail out a name within the several precious moments that passed.
And the name is:
You'll have to tune in! But I can tell you initials: NLS (or some variant).
Speaking of our last appointment with the doctor, we were talking with her (our doctor) about when to show up at the hospital. "Show up a couple hours early." Which, by the way, means: show up at 6:30 AM for an 8:30 AM procedure!! She then added, "No food after midnight." To which my reply was, "Sounds like a Gremlin!"
"Bright light, bright light!"
And, these are a bit overdue, but here are some ultrasound scans. Unfortunately, the quality of the images are not as good the ultrasound(s) with Samara. The 1st image shows the baby looking straight at the "camera". The second image shows a profile view. It's been interesting to experience the differences between the doctor in Colorado and the doctor this time around. Our current doctor doesn't do the "extra" ultrasound that the doctor in Colorado preformed.
Some images from the last month:
A nice shot of Shana...of course, she'll probably do bodily damage as soon as she finds out I posted this one!
These last three are of Samara at the local park.
Samara holding up an Easter egg she found at school...
Samara during her egg hunt at home!
Samara was playing one day after work and I was able to catch the sun illuminating her...great shot.
Samara and Shana leaving school...
And the ultimate 1st date photo!!
An old Samara story before I go: We were driving home one evening from Best Buy and Samara asked if we were going home. We both replied "yes" and continued to talk. A few minutes later (while Shana and I were still talking), Samara intruded again and asked, "Are we going home?" To which an annoyed Shana halfway shouts, "YES!!! How many times do I have to say it?" Samara promptly shouted, "TWO!!"
Take care all! We'll post some pictures of the baby this weekend!
1 comment:
The story of Samara asking if you were going home, twice, reminds me of something Tori did about a month ago. I had taken Mom to her eye surgeon for a check up. When we left the eye clinic Tori asked where we were going. We told her we were going to the Michael's craft store. She asked" Uncle Michael has a store?" For days afterward she talked about "Mikey's store."
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