Whaddya Think?

Is this background any easier to read, friends? I had a couple people suggest that I change the background so that their eyes weren't so strained.....so here you go! Love the cute birdies.

I think Reagan has a little marching band thing going on in my tummy. She's definitely handling all of the percussion section herself. And I think she's conducting the band, also. She is so
squirmy. It's like she knows there's more room out there somewhere and if she could just.....get...that.....leg....to.....stretch! Hang in there, little one. You'll have plenty of room soon.

Speaking of soon......we're due in 32 days. Yikes! So much to do! So little weekends to do them in! I need a baby suite and a professional organizer, I do. And a maid. And a masseuse.

We Are His Sheep

Check out Reagan's bedding! Phil's mom made everything for us.....she's AMAZING.
You can't tell here, but the sheep are felt and their ears stick out.....so cute!!!
Thanks Mrs. Dolce!

Pediatrician

Kev and I finally had our prenatal pediatrician's appointment today. It went much better than I anticipated. Parking was super-easy.....and it was free! A man (I think this was his job) stood at the elevator and punched the "up" button for us. Dallas!

We went straight to the office, but tried to go into the sick waiting room first, which was locked. And dark. We were confused. We looked around and saw another door with "well waiting room" and decided to try our luck there. Voila! There was the happy receptionist lady and colored tiled floors and cartoons and kids and toys and parenting magazines. Oh my. While we were waiting, one of the kids and her mommy were banished to the sick waiting room. It felt very exclusionistic. I definitely just made up that word.

Our doctor turned out to be a sweet lady with a cartoon character for a last name (I'll admit it...that's kind of why I picked her). She had kind eyes, talked really fast, and had great voice inflection. It was a really great meeting. I brought with me a "Top 10 list of things to ask your pediatrician" that I found online, since I had no real questions of my own (see previous entry), and she answered almost all of them in her introductory welcome speech. It was fabulous. She even gave me some ideas for childcare and told me I'd better get hopping on that one since a lot of places have wait lists. Dallas!

New Pictures

Here are some new belly pictures!! Also, some super-cute nephew-on-Valentine's-Day picts. Enjoy!

Mandy: 21 weeks Jenny: 29 weeks

Carter eating a heart pancake.

Carter eating a heart cookie.

Fancy

Today, my very generous boss took me and a professor out to lunch at a very fancy place called Truluck's . I was feeling the need for something healthy, so I ordered a salad....the Hot-House Tomato Salad. The menu description said it had bacon, cheese, red onions, and was covered with a buttermilk sauce. Sounded good to me! "I'll take one of those!" I said to the waiter. I should have known something was up when the waiter brought me a steak knife. A steak knife? For a salad? I thought maybe he was going to bring me the wrong order, but then he sat it in front of me. There it was......a HUGE tomato covered in bacon, cheese, red onions, and buttermilk sauce. No lettuce. Just a big 'ole tomato. It was surprisingly yummy and filling. I have a picture of it here for you......imagine this covered in buttermilk sauce (think Ranch).

Can You Think of Any Questions?

"Well, you're not anemic yet," my doctor's nurse said. And so the Iron supplements begin. You'll be happy to know that I passed my glucose test (I always want to say glaucoma). It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. The red drink really did taste like Hawaiian Punch. AND when the nurse weighed me in I felt victory when she said, "Not as bad as last time." WooHoo! I did better. Which means I did nothing different except wear the lightest possible clothes that day. My work out didn't change, my eating habits didn't change, but somehow it was better. I'll take it.

We've decided on a pediatrician, because evidently if you don't have one when you go into labor, the hospital charges you out the wazoo to use one on staff. We picked a guy that some of our friends use. A referral by friends is good enough for me, but when I called the nurse wanted to know if we wanted to come in for a pre-natal interview. A what? I tried to tell her that wasn't necessary, but she almost insisted that we come in and meet the doctor and ask him questions. So, here's where my anxiety comes in. I'm not at all worried about some strange man I've never met checking out my daughter......wait a second. That came out wrong. I'm okay with not meeting our pediatrician before the baby comes, but to think of a list of questions is going to kill me. I don't know what to ask. Even if I knew what to ask I could find out on the internet or from friends and family. So, now I'm going to have to look online and see what kind of questions I'm supposed to ask and then act surprised and interested when the doctor answers them. Sheesh. I guess it's a nice service they offer to people.....maybe I'll ask Kevin to think of some questions.

We're officially in our third trimester today! It won't be long now!

Rounding Third

Well folks, it's official. The third base coach is waiving me home. There's no turning back. We just purchased and assembled a crib, which is now sitting in the baby's room, eagerly awaiting her arrival. After we put the crib together, it hit me - This is for real. Not that I didn't think this before. I am excited about our baby and can't wait for her arrival. However, having an actual crib in our house really, REALLY says "hey man your're going to have a baby." It is a bit surreal but super exciting! Hurry up baby ???? (insert name here).