I went to the doctor on Monday and this is where I am at: 50% and 3 cm. That is all I am saying. That could mean something or it couldn't mean anything for still a couple weeks. I technically have 3 weeks left.
Ryan has been home for a couple of days. He got taken off a trip so they could use his trip for training another FO. It has been great to have him home but boy oh boy has he been Mr. Project Man. I feel so sorry for him but he says he loves it. He needs to go back to work now because I am running out of things for him to do. I am afraid he is going to get so antsy that he will start re-roofing our house or something. Ryan is my hero though. Poor guy has to do way more around the house now while I just sit around and try to sleep, he has to look at my fat face all day and most nights eat cereal or grilled cheese for dinner. I know I am the one carrying this child and I whine and complain about how hard it is, but I do feel sorry for Ryan too.
So in preparation for this little girl we have bought a dresser, sold a dresser, sold a computer chair, bought a car seat, installed a ceiling fan (okay that really has nothing to do with her but somehow it got on the list), ordered bunk beds, moved the changing table, fixed the changing table, cleaned out the closet in her room, and started a huge pile of potential garage sale items. And I still don't feel ready for her to come.
Oh and I still don't have a name for her. Notta one.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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2 comments:
The dad's do have it rough some days. At least they can sleep at night. Good thing he's a good and caring guy. You're lucky to have him.
I can't believe how many projects you all are taking on. Man, busy, busy, busy.
Maybe he should build you a mailbox.
Jon eats his hotdogs dutifully as well. I feel bad about the dinners I make. I have 4 days left, and I am only at a 2 (the same for the last 3 weeks). So ready to be done.
Good luck on the name picking!!
Becky
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