According to the little thingy on my iGoogle page, today we are 35 weeks pregnant. Full term in 2 weeks! Wohoo! They said on there that Mommy can officially call herself “heavily pregnant”. When she wakes up, I’ll have to let her know that she can finally do that.
I meant to write up this post last night, as today we have our “All About Babies” class. But I ran out of time. I’ll post something more tomorrow. Everyone have a fantastic Saturday!
According to the little thingy on my iGoogle page, we are 34 weeks along today! Yay!!!! Baby and Mommy are doing great. Daddy’s wiped out, but good too. The baby has been a dancing fool in there, which of course can be a bit painful to C. He/She will begin “lightening” in the next week or so.
In class this week, we had “the tour”. Covered all the important places, and saw a couple of newborns in the Nursery there. So dang cool. 
We slept at Oz’s again last night as the fumes were just too much at the house with the floors still being done. They should be completed today. So we’ll go up to the cities today and register for our Baby Shower (Target and Babies r Us). We also have to stop at Home Depot to pick up a couple of “band aids”. Think she’d mind if I extended the registry there? If its a boy, he’ll need tools right away.
Posted a bunch more pics over on flickr from the week too.
As I was thinking up tonight’s post, covering my saga with the drain and jetter, it hit me: Today (now Saturday) marks 33 weeks! Yes, that’s according to the thingy on my iGoogle page. We reach full term at 37 weeks. Thats four weeks! 28 days. 672 hours. Wow… If I weren’t so sleep deprived right now, I’m sure that would hit me like an Acme Brand Anvil.
As I sat down to type this out tonight, I originally planned on telling you about my dance with the devil. But the more I think about it, I’ll save that for tomorrow. Let the basement dry some more.
So tomorrow (er… today… in 5 hours), The Jetter will be loaded into the truck so C can take it back to A to Z Rental1. At the same time, The Mack will arrive, ready to begin. Zeke will arrive about an hour later to help cover the walls. Here’s the to-do list:
I’m no longer sure what’s going on. I’ve retyped the same few sentences at least 3 times each. Its time to crash, and crash hard.
I better get used to the sleep deprivation…
Today, the floating thingy on my iGoogle page has reminded us that we are 32 weeks pregnant. Baby and Mommy are doing just fine. Doc this week said everything is on track, and our due date hasn’t changed. The little one has been moving like crazy (especially at night, when we’re trying to get to sleep). Either we have a drummer or a runner on our hands. Last night, I was able to almost “caress” the baby. How cool is that?
In class, we learned some relaxation techniques. During the exercises, I swore C was going to fall asleep. She didn’t…. but I nearly did. During the movie, we (well, okay, I) realized that having a baby is nothing like it is in the movies. Why can’t it be that way?
Jane: “Honey, its time”
John: “Holy crap! Let’s go!”
bumpy cab ride/hurried car drive to the hospital. Jane screams in anger. Arrive at hospital.
Jane (or John): “We’re having a baby!”
Doctor: “Congratulations! It’s a boy/girl”
They never really cover all that silly other stuff. Like the stages of labor, or the walking around the hospital waiting, or rocking on the “birth ball“. Knocked Up did a decent job of trying with a 30 second scene, but that’s about all I can remember. I guess the entertainment value of labor really isn’t high enough for the screenwriters.
I’m finding, the further we get into pregnancy, the less I was really paying attention to the numbers. Instead, I paid attention to her tummy, using that as my gauge to the progress. 10 weeks, 20 weeks, 31 weeks… All just numbers. But this past week, in our birthing class, I was reminded that at 37 weeks, we’re full term. 37 weeks. Another number. 5 weeks. 35 days.
The guest bedroom should be ready for visitors by the end of next weekend. The nursery will be ready for furniture in 2 weeks. Suddenly, 5 weeks becomes prevalent.
Had an epiphany yesterday while clearing the jungle. For years (but especially the past few months) our weekends have been as busy as our weekdays. Projects of various states of completion, hurtling towards completion on an accelerate schedule. Once they’re done and the baby’s here, what will we do with my time?
I’m sure something will come up. 
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse1