A Whole Lot of Nothing

I feel the need to blog, but am lacking in material. Usually G makes for some good blog material, but my pregnancy-onset alzheimers has me forgetting just how goofy he's been lately. I could tell you some new developments in my growing mid section. I'm sure this is such a bore to most of you who have a half-dozen kids already, but to a new mom, it's pretty cool.

New developments:
1. JW has gone Kung Fu Panda on me. He's a karate chopping fool all.day.long. and I love it.
2. I'm starting to pop. Today my neighbor noticed and said I look "cute." I'm sure I've used this on other prego women, but hearing it myself I'm wondering if "cute" is really the right word.
3. Yesterday, for the first time ever, I saw my belly move with a karate chop. I thought I was hallucinating.
4. I'm battling a cold. It's all I can do to not think about swine flu. Seriously, swine flu is life threatening to prego ladies? The thought alone is killing me. {I'm sure some of you, my overprotective readers, are thinking how irresponsible I'm being about not going to the doctor. I'm getting better, so I'm pretty sure it's not swine flu. Plus I never had a fever, or vomitted, or had the runs. Just a good ol' fashion runny nose}
5. Somebody asked me recently if I was going to make JW a quilt for his nursery. I quickly answered, "No. He's getting one already made from Pottery Barn." This didn't make sense since I've made quilts for every new baby that has breathed life for at least the last 10 yrs. Now I feel bad. Ok fine, I'll make JW a quilt...maybe.
6. G has been awesome about tickling my arm without me having to demand it. This is huge. Maybe I should be prego mama all the time.

When Husbands Try to be Smart

This is going to be JW's room. As you can see, it is far from ready for him. It has been used as a spare bedroom/craft storage/fabric warehouse/misc don't-know-where-else-to-put-it room for the past several years and I am now starting to clean it out for baby, as you can hardly tell from the photo. I bought three bins yesterday thinking that would be plenty for ALL of my blankets and fabric. They barely accomodated the fabric/blankets that were being "stored" on the bed. I haven't even touched the fabric and other notions in the closet, which also needs to be packed. I sorely underestimated how much craftiness I have accumulated. Eye, ye ye. G, thinking he was being helpful, asked me in the midst of all of this where we were going to put the crib. When I pointed to the specific wall, he said, "What are you going to do with the bed?" (seen pictured above). "Take it to the basement, or move it to the cabin..." To which he replied, "How about if we put the crib over in the corner?" {as he points to corner at the foot of the bed, implying that the bed stays in the room and one would have to crawl over it everytime you wanted to get the baby in and out of the crib}. I kindly asked him to leave the room and not come back until the baby is born, unless of course I need him to move something out, i.e. the bed.

My Sweet JW

I had my 20 week ultrasound yesterday. G joined me for the appointment. It wasn't 10 seconds after the ultrasound tech turned on the machine when G asked her, "Is it healthy?"

It was so fun to see the little bugger grabbing his feet and kickin' in the womb while we sat in awe of what we were watching. It's funny how I see other people's ultrasound pictures and I think, "Wow, that looks just like skeletor." But I took one look at this picture and knew we had a cute baby, seeing features only a mother can identify from an ultrasound photograph.Oh, and in case you were wondering, it's a BOY!

I was a hair's breathe away from buying a Steinway & Sons grand piano today. I nearly pulled the trigger until I came to grips with the four zeros behind that $5 and actually scheduling a delivery could result in financial ruin for the G family and the possibility of my sudden disappearance. So I just played some beautiful music on one of the beauties and pretended it was about to be mine (in about 50 years after I've saved enough cash to make the purchase). Afterwards I drowned in my no-Steinway-for-me sorrow alone at the Training Table restaurant located next to the piano store. I didn't feel one bit guilty eating every last cheese fry since I had already exercised extraordinary self control just moments earlier.

*Picture taken by Kati: Noelle after Emily's wedding. This is how I felt after leaving the piano store.