Sing that title to the Sesame Street pinball game counting song…come on don’t deny that you know the tune…
And yes we are in month number eight. Holy. Cow. Not sure when Seven became eight, but somehow, at sometime it happened. The status of the belly: now apparently when only my belly shows up in a Facebook picture, it gets tagged…Also I’m pretty sure there’s a monkey in there…this kid does not stop moving. Not that it hurts, but some days I get plumb worn out by the moving and wish dear kiddo would take a nap—and said kiddo isn’t born yet! lol. But I know I will miss feeling the twists and turns once the little one makes his/her grand appearance.
^^ Yes that’s what gets tagged on Facebook these days… ^^
Nope. Still don’t know gender. And Nope. Still no names picked out—that is slightly worrisome to me. We may have to change our method if someone doesn’t get his behind in gear with his list. The new method: pick from Tracy’s list. Wendy kindly made a list for him, but Marc doesn’t seem to think his child will be a cowboy so most of her names are out…at least the name Boss wasn’t on her list. But it was pretty, erm, awful (sorry dear future child of Wendy if you get one of those names. I’ll love you anyway—but I’ll just rename you).
I’m now down to a doctor appoint every two weeks…and soon to be every week. eeek…I don’t know how ready we are…our crib still has three sides. That’s a story in itself. Let’s just hope the crib company gets our replacement order right this time…because we already have six sides for the crib, we don’t need three more…just the parts to attach side four.
Our nursery is finished. And it is just the cutest thing ever!!! Not that I expect any less from the brain of Brandy. It looks so good! Everyone loves it. The pictures don’t do it justice, but here are a few.
My nursery will be my own personal advertisement for our shop Little Brown Cow. And that shop is full of all that awesomeness. I have to add those pond decals to the shop, but if you really want them, just let me know. We’ll hook you up!
In other news, there will be eating out at a particular Mexican restaurant this weekend to commemorate the one year mark of my quitting the job that became hell. It will be yummy, but without the margaritas that were so necessary following the quitting event.
And…yay! I’m working from home—two days a week to start—but thank you Verizon workers for ending your strike. I was very sad thinking that my home setup wouldn’t happen before the nameless baby arrived. Now I can go on leave in peace, knowing that I can work from home once baby arrives. It’s so nice to eat real food with real people. An empty home office is so much less lonely than and empty floor at the work office.
And on that note…I have some more thank you notes to write, because my friends and family are just so awesome.