Moving On

D is in the middle of a 12-day straight work stretch, which means he has three call days in the midst of it. Poor guy. Fortunately he can function on very little sleep, so it doesn't seem to be affecting him that much. I'm always prodding him to go to bed earlier because he'd stay up well past midnight if let to himself and this would not be a good recipe for functioning well and taking care of sick patients. However, he's actually enjoying what he's doing in the ICU now probably because he's gotten used to it and is good at it. The "everybody loves David" syndrome has extended to the nurses, the patients, and the patients' families, as well as his colleagues. So I'm sure that makes the twelve-hour (and sometimes thirty-hour) work day much better. What also makes it much better is the fact that he has gotten paid for the first time this week. All his hard work gets rewarded eventually and monetary is definitely an accepted form of reward.

All that to say we haven't been doing too much, although the time is just flying by. We've been here seven weeks already! Sure we go out for dinner here and there (we went out with some friends of D's from PCC the other night who have the cutest little baby boy). And we even went to the movies, you know, the early Saturday morning showing that's really cheap, to see Wanted (A-). Mostly we hang out at home because there's always someone stopping by or just people to talk to/watch movies with/swim in the pool with since we have a houseful.

Baby and I have been doing okay in this heat. Next time, with better planning, we will not be having a baby in the late Summer/early Fall. He's as active as ever and he's continuing on just fine with the hiccups. I go from feeling bad for him, to thinking it's funny, to being annoyed when they don't stop after thirty seconds. We had a doctor's appt the other day and his heartbeat was "strong" and he didn't measure my fundal height this time, but it was right on target when D measured it. I'm almost 33 weeks, so we're in the homestretch. I've even started to think about what to put in the bag we'll be bringing to the hospital and about washing the many clothes and blankets we've already accumulated just to have it out of the way. I just told D last night that I'm starting to get excited about seeing our baby. Of course I have been excited since the moment I found out that we were expecting, but the fact that I can see my baby in just a few more weeks is almost overwhelming. I tell people that I would have liked it if they did third trimester ultrasounds because I'd like to see what exactly he's doing what he moves certain ways. Like, was that a hand, a foot, a leg, or a bottom that just ran into my ribcage? Anyway, he'll be here soon enough. At this point my biggest dilemma is whether to buy a girl and a boy going home outfit or just stick to one of gender-neutral outfits I already have. Mom said she'll buy one once we know the gender, which is an easy way to solve the issue and the solution I'll probably go with, but it's something to think about.

And our house. The closing is in less than two weeks and we seem to be on target for that. I have some cans of paint already that Dad picked up from the "Oops Bin" at Lowe's. It's when they mix colors and the person doesn't like it, so instead of throwing it away, they sell a $25 can of paint for only $5!! :) So I'm not going to be too picky and see if we can't just get all our paint that way. Painting will be the big thing, which is nice because it's not really that big of a deal when you get a lot of helpers together. We'll probably redo the kitchen floor; it's laminate now, so we'll either put nicer, sturdier laminate over it or do wood floors (the kind you do yourself). There are other little projects here and there, but Lord-willing nothing major will pop up. Between everything that's going on, we'll probably shoot to be there by October 1st-ish, two months after closing.

Well, that's all the updating I have for now! Hope you're enjoying the summer!