Monday, August 9, 2010

I went out to lunch today, YEAH!

We had our weekly OB appointment this morning. The doctor didn't do an ultrasound or exam. She just asked if I had felt any changes since last time, which I haven't. I got clearance to sit up for a few hours at a time as long as I take it real easy. Hooray! Drew and I went out to lunch after the appointment. And get this, I can go to work some and sit at my desk for a couple of hours at a time. I've got a brief to write this week so I'm going to finish that up a few hours at home each day this week and hopefully be back in the office during the morning next week - leaving several hours in the afternoon to come home and lay down. I'm not sure how my couch is going to handle this news.

This Thursday we'll be 34 weeks. This will be a huge accomplishment since my goal was to get her to 32 weeks. Next goal is 35 weeks. At that point she can be born here and will not need to be shipped (a/k/a helicoptered...a horrifying thought) to Chapel Hill. Then...36 weeks is basically full term, which will call for celebration. So, remembering the tortoise and the hare, I'm staying put, taking it easy and continuing to appreciate the blessings.

In other news, I really must take some new videos of Joseph. He said his first sentences in May. I believe the first one was, "I like cheese." Soon after, we were planting flowers in the yard of our other house before putting it on the market. Joseph was stomping them and my mom told him, "Joseph. Don't step on the flowers. Be nice to the plants." This prompted him to pet the flowers while repeating, "Be niiiiice to plants. Be niiiiice to plants. Be niiiiiice to plants." Now here we are three months later and he's becoming conversational. (I.e. "I rode in grandma's car. Wore my seatbelt.") He old me at 6:00 in the morning last week, "I want ice cream now please."

Shortly before I went on bedrest we painted Joseph and Maggie's rooms. The fumes were so strong that evening we decided to sleep over at Drew's parents' house. This meant Joseph had to sleep in a crib, which he was not entirely fond of and kept waking up in the middle of the night. Finally, about 4:00 in the morning we put him between us in the bed and he commenced to wallering around and chattering incessantly. Drew whispereed, "Joseph, be quiet. It's night time." About fifteen seconds of total silence was followed by the declaration, in a strong whisper, of "I like bacon." I like bacon? Did he just whisper I like bacon?

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