Oh Boy...

36 weeks

Well, I knew I would be terrible at updating this.  For one, I don't like writing.  Secondly, work consumes most of my waking hours.  The others, not devoted to sleeping, are spent trying to relax and forget about work.  I want to be better so that when our little one arrives, it is a good place to share pictures, videos and updates.

Speaking of sleep, not so much of that has happened in the last few weeks.  At half-way through week 36, this 'little man' is no longer little.  He fills up every nook and cranny now.  When I finally do get to sleep, he often wakes me op by kicking/pushing/flip-flopping side to side against the mattress and then I'll realize that I have to take another late night trip to the restroom.

I'm not complaining.  I love feeling that he's active and healthy in there.  Lately, he's enjoyed punching against some nerve that sends charlie-horse pains down the inside of my leg.  That, I will complain about! The sudden shooting pain literally crumbles me in my tracks.  What is up with that?  Newborns aren't strong... maybe the name we've chosen for him needs to be changed to David.  I am clearly the Goliath in this relationship at the moment.

We met with our wonderful Douala, Melissa this weekend.  I am really glad that we will have someone that calm and knowledgeable there during the birth.  I mostly think I need someone to remind me that I am not dying, and that this is normal.

On Saturday, we had maternity photos done.  Paul and Amanda are awesome.  I can't wait to see the photos.  It was fun to have some friends behind the camera; not nearly as awkward.  Cody is such a goof, of course the whole time was spent laughing.  Smokey even got his cute mug in some shots. 

Only 2 more weeks of work.  I'll miss those kid-o-s, but am SO ready to fully concentrate on our expected arrival and family.

Mopped, vacuumed, dusted, polished - the house still looks dirty.  I guess that's an old house for ya.  After spending hours scrubbing the walls a couple weekends ago, I realized that they just aren't white - or even off-white.  They are yellow/beige - blech.

With the recent cold snap, poor Smokeydoo has been spending a great deal of time in the house.  Now that it has warmed up, there is less fluff and t.p. scattered around the house when we get home.

Rocket Man Suit

Birth and Babies classes started three weeks ago.  Cody is an absorbent sponge for information.  He can spout stats and info back like nobodies business.  Some of the info is SCARY.  The way I figure it - this has been happening for millions of years.  Some people aren't fortunate to have such a great husband by their side through it, so I know we'll be alright.   

For our Little Bear

Now I feel like we're just playing the waiting game.