Tuesday, July 29, 2003

Well, tomorrow is the big day. We finally get to meet our new baby. I'm 38 weeks along today. I finished up at work this morning and took the afternoon off to do a little laundry and some last minute picking up. I won't be going back until October.

The baby's room is ready, the bassinet downstairs is ready, my suitcase is mostly packed, I've called the insurance company regarding my admission, etcetera etcetera. Now we just have to wait until morning. Greg and I are supposed to check in about 5:45 a.m., and the baby should be born about 8:30 or so.

The admission nurse said we won't be back in our room until probably 11:00 or 11:30. Right now, Greg is planning on videotaping the birth, though none of you may ever see it, depending on what I think when I review it.

This family of three is about to become a family of four. Wish us luck as we begin this newest adventure!

Saturday, July 26, 2003

This morning, Allie woke up about 7:15 and called for me from the hallway. She came into our room and crawled up in bed with us, saying that she and Mommy needed to jump up and down so Daddy would wake up. Daddy, who was playing possum, was not too pleased by this idea. He was a pretty good sport, however.

I got up and started putting away some clean laundry out of a basket, going in and out of our walk-in closet. Allie decided she was going to help me by blocking the doorway. Her daddy told her to ask me for a password. She said OK. So I asked her if the password was "froot loops." She said no. I said, "is it pancakes?" She said no. I said, "is it pickles?" She said no. I asked what the password was and she said, "it's please!"

Leave it to a child to think of something so common-sense.

We're going to give Allie a bath this morning and then take her to see "Spy Kids 3-D." You might think it's a little mature of a movie for her to see, but the first "Spy Kids" movie was the first movie Allie ever sat all the way through, when she was probably no more than 18 months old. We own the second in the series, and Allie loves to watch it, except when the kids fight the skeletons (and now she she's seen that part so often that we laugh when one of the skeletons loses his head and grabs it and puts it back on).

In the meantime, she's exhausting her daddy. He just put on some bluegrass music, picked up Allie, and they galloping all over the basement. Allie loves bluegrass--she wants to dance! Oh, the energy of a three-year-old! Gotta love it.

Thursday, July 24, 2003

We have 5 1/2 days left now until the baby arrives. Earlier tonight, I wrote in the journal I've been keeping throughout this pregnancy (as I did during my pregnancy with Allie). Then I threw the book into my suitcase, which is now about half packed.

At work, I've been handing off files and computer records, and that should continue through Monday. Then I'll try to fill my time with non-urgent projects until I'm done working on Tuesday.

It's not like I think about the impending arrival every minute of the day, but it does seem that I don't have anything else to write about in this blog.

Monday, July 21, 2003

As you may already know, Greg and I finally settled on baby names this past weekend. Now the only thing left on my list of things to do is to pack my suitcase, and I'm superstitious that if I do that too soon, I'll go into labor. We have 8 1/2 days left--I don't want to go into labor early because all of our plans are based on July 30.

At my doctor's appointment today, I got final instructions for my surgery next week. I'm not exactly looking forward to it, but this c-section has to be better than last time, when I had a c-section after laboring for 12 hours and pushing/throwing up for almost 4 hours of that.

I am getting very curious to know the sex of this baby, too. That's really the only mystery--we know the probable birth date and time for this child. We're ready to welcome him or her home.

That's all for now--except to say that I don't know how Greg can stand to type at this computer table. It's wiggling back and forth slightly and squeaking as I work. Knowing my husband, I'm sure he'd jump at the chance to buy a replacement. I'd better just be quiet.

Friday, July 18, 2003

OK, since my husband went through the time and trouble to set this up, I guess I'll type something. If you want to know why I'm labeled the "Toast Ambassador," let me know.

When Greg first asked me about starting a blog, what I said was, "who would be interested?" and "I never even check my AOL mail, so how much time would I dedicate to a blog?" He was unswayed, so here I am.

I had the afternoon off today and spent it readying more things for baby's room. We have a week and a half left--maybe this weekend we'll actually settle on a name for this child. Otherwise, other than starting to put some things in my suitcase for the hospital, we're pretty much ready.

I even dug out the infant toys from the bottom of Allie's toybox today. This poor child isn't going to have anything new, I swear. What did I have new as a third child myself, I wonder? Or was some stuff worn out by the time I was born, so I did get new stuff? I'll have to ask my mom. She'll say she doesn't remember.

Thursday, July 17, 2003

Oh, lordy, I'm in love.

Heather and Christine were asking me about sugar-free chocolate this morning, so I had to go to Walgreen's at the end of my lunch and get some more sugar-free Hershey's. They actually have quite a selection of chocolate, including Russell Stover sugar-free mint patties.

They're good.

They're really good.

Mmmmmmmm. Boy, I have missed good-tasting chocolate.

Those Russell Stover people must know how good they are, too, because there's a warning on the package that excessive consumption can cause a laxative effect.