I apologize, gentle readers, for not getting an update out last week beyond my crazy-lady rampage. Life kind of gets away from you sometimes, and it's hard to find a moment to sit down and write about it all. Anyways, my grandpa had a stress fracture in his hip - he doesn't know how it happened, it's just one of those things, I guess. In any case, he was having a lot of difficulty last week, and I took him for an MRI and he ended up having surgery on Friday. He came through like a champ. The doctor put in a plate and five screws, and he was at Fairview Southdale for the weekend and he came home yesterday. So, the week was spent shuttling back and forth from my grandparents' place to the hospital, and back home again.
In other news, we finally got an offer on the house! It's not as high as we had hoped, but then again, I'm not sure they ever are, huh? In any case, we countered the offer early yesterday morning and we're still waiting to hear back. At least they didn't flat out reject the counteroffer, so I'm hoping this will end in a mutually beneficial manner.
And yesterday, a package arrived from Grandma Terry (I'm not sure what the baby will end up calling all the grandparents, but this will do for now) and I have to post a picture of what she sent. I have been alternating between screaming and cooing with how cute these boots are:
Seriously, how can you stand it? Those wittle booties are so cute! I told Jeff last night that I'm going to put the baby in the boots and dress him up like a bear. Jeff answered, "You mean, like for Halloween, or something?" And I said, "No, just on a Tuesday when I feel like it." Which has spurred a whole new set of fears in my husband. I will treat this child like a doll and play dress-up, resulting in him wearing all sorts of ridiculous outfits. He's probably right, you know. I already have an outfit in my mind where he's dressed like a sailor, and another one in a fancy suit for Christmas. But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself...Regardless, Grandma Terry has great taste and these boots are just killing me.
I've also started to put together the baby's room, at least in my mind's eye. We have only three weeks before we move into the house and getting the nursery ready is priority number one. I picked out the bedding a few weeks ago, and this arrived in the mail:
This picture is informative for several reasons. First of all, I guess you can tell we've named Baby Storms, based upon the fact that I have now gone insane and monogrammed something. So, we're calling him John Robert Storms. We will call him Jack, for short. We picked John because, frankly, it's the only name we could agree on and we both loved the nickname "Jack." We chose Robert as the middle name in honor of Great-Grandpa Storms and Uncle Chris. The last name, Storms, kind of comes with the territory. And, as Jeff points out, we got two of the Kennedys in one swoop, so the kid must be destined for greatness. Secondly, this picture shows the colors for the nursery that I've picked out. I've decided to go with a nautical theme - navy, white, and red. Jeff wanted a Winnie-the-Pooh theme, but never did any research on putting together ideas. But, maybe I can find a Pooh dressed like a sailor or something. We'll see.
And finally, here I am at twenty-four weeks (almost twenty-five, I guess) modeling yet another gift from Grandma Terry:
I am terrible at self-portraits and I need to start making Jeff take these from now on. But still, the shirt has a lot of room still, but it's nice to wear, especially in August. And, I'll be able to grow into it and wear it until my delivery day, so expect to see a lot more of this shirt. I've been feeling really great, and I've had lots of energy. Jeff saw my belly last night and commented on how big it was. Uh, thanks buddy. According to "What to Expect" my uterus is the size of a soccer ball (I don't know what size though) and Jack is the size of an eggplant. He's almost two pounds and this week, he's working on developing his lungs. His skin is also developing some pigmentation and his blood vessels are filling out. I also read that you can hear his heartbeat through my stomach now, if Jeff put his ear to my soccer ball sized belly. I would if I could, but alas I'm not that flexible and I am, of course, pregnant. I have yet to try this experiment.
We have our glucose screening appointment on Monday to test for gestational diabetes. We also meet with Duckie for just a general check-up. I'm nearing the end of my second trimester now, and so my appointments will become more frequent in the third trimester. Fortunately, we will be living just down the street from my doctor's office, so that will become very convenient.
*Update: My terrible attitude from last week must have carried over into this week. The potential buyers decided not to put up a counteroffer on the house, and wrote me a letter about it. In talking this over with Jeff, he suggested we write them a letter and explain all our reasons for not accepting their low-ball offer. When I said I'd get right on that, he kindly offered to write the letter. Because, as he put it, you'll probably just yell at them. Whoops. Time to find some serenity. Stat.
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