Again, so much has happened over the last three days, some times its a blessing to just come to work and focus on that for a day. First off, we did accept an offer on our house. We had the inspection last night, and I'm waiting to hear from our agent, and unfortunately, I feel as though I'm expecting a laundry list of items that need to be fixed/repaired before the potential buyers will actually front any money. I'm being pessimistic, I know that. And besides, I told our agent that based upon the concessions we made on the purchase price, unless there's a safety issue, I'm not fixing a thing! What you see is what you get...
In any case, our agent told us to keep accepting showing requests for the house. So, we had the inspection last night, and a showing from 6:30 to 7:30. I took Maverick for a walk, went to the grocery store, came home and went over to my neighbor's to sit on their porch, waiting for the showing to be over. Well, at 7:30, they STILL hadn't shown up, and it was past my "feeding time" so I went home, got into my pajamas, made dinner, and was watching a NCIS rerun when there was a knock at the door - at 8:30! It was the 6:30 appointment, wanting to see our home. Well, I must have made quite the impression - the pregnant, braless wonder, shoveling food into her mouth. Still, I let them in, and went and sat on our porch until they were finished looking at the house.
We have more house showings today, and so I'm in the office for a half-day. I told Maverick that he was going to Downtown Dogs today, and he looked so forlorn, I almost didn't take him. In fact, getting him into the car this morning was a chore, because he sat down and refused to move. I don't know why he didn't want to go. In any case, this is what his reaction was this morning when I told him about today's plans:
I think he was looking forward to a long day of sitting in his chair.
Jeff has been in New Jersey since Wednesday. He gets home on Sunday, and I am so excited to see him. He went out for a deposition, but extended his trip so he could see his family and friends. He's currently fishing with two of his old high school buddies. Must be nice...
In other news, my grandpa continues to improve...slowly. I'm headed out there this afternoon to take my grandmother shopping. She needs a new cordless phone because, apparently, my grandpa dropped theirs in the toilet and it broke. She also needs to go to the grocery store. Tonight, I've got some friends coming over for dinner and then we're going out to see "The Help." I read the book last summer, and I'm really looking forward to seeing the movie as well.
And, lest you think I forgot, here we are at twenty-five weeks:
I am still fitting into my pre-pregnancy jeans, and believe it or not - they still button! The baby is moving all over all the time, and it's really a surreal feeling. He woke me up on Tuesday night, and kicked me for a solid hour before I was finally allowed to go back to sleep. According to my "What to Expect" book, the baby is now two pounds, and approximately 9.2" in length. Last week, he was the size of an eggplant, and this week, I guess he's just the size of a bigger eggplant. And, I can't believe how fast he's growing - it took him about twenty one weeks just to weigh a pound, and he's doubled that in the last four weeks. He can differentiate between light and darkness and apparently. And, I can test this theory for myself by shining a flashlight on my stomach. Again, I have yet to test this theory. His brainwaves are in full gear now, and can actually respond to noises and sensations, including the light in the uterus phenomenon. My girlfriend, Cristin, told me that when she was pregnant, her baby would poke her, and she would always poke him back.
As a side note, I went to the dentist this past week for a teeth cleaning (a new, improved dentist!). I read a few weeks ago, that in addition to my regular OB/GYN check-ups, it's also important to maintain eye and tooth health, thus an eye appointment and a trip to the dentist to check for prenatal gingivitis! Well (and stop reading now, because this might be too much information for some!), my hygienist was gorgeous. He could have been a stand-in for Ryan Reynolds. And, getting your teeth cleaned is not exactly glamorous, and neither is being six months pregnant. Regardless, I was on my best behavior until, mid-way through my cleaning, I sneezed. And I tinkled in my pants. Not an all out breaking of the flood gates, mind you. So, I was absolutely mortified in front of Ryan, who I'm sure had no idea what was going on, and wondering why this nice (dare I say attractive?!?!) pregnant woman was about to cry and was turning red in his chair, but the point is - I peed my pants. I allowed the cleaning to resume and I slithered out of there, grateful I don't have to go back for another six months. Ah, the inevitable joys of pregnancy.
As a side note, I went to the dentist this past week for a teeth cleaning (a new, improved dentist!). I read a few weeks ago, that in addition to my regular OB/GYN check-ups, it's also important to maintain eye and tooth health, thus an eye appointment and a trip to the dentist to check for prenatal gingivitis! Well (and stop reading now, because this might be too much information for some!), my hygienist was gorgeous. He could have been a stand-in for Ryan Reynolds. And, getting your teeth cleaned is not exactly glamorous, and neither is being six months pregnant. Regardless, I was on my best behavior until, mid-way through my cleaning, I sneezed. And I tinkled in my pants. Not an all out breaking of the flood gates, mind you. So, I was absolutely mortified in front of Ryan, who I'm sure had no idea what was going on, and wondering why this nice (dare I say attractive?!?!) pregnant woman was about to cry and was turning red in his chair, but the point is - I peed my pants. I allowed the cleaning to resume and I slithered out of there, grateful I don't have to go back for another six months. Ah, the inevitable joys of pregnancy.
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