When I first found out I was pregnant, I could hardly wait until the next week when I would be even further along in pregnancy, and I couldn't wait to update the blog with my latest pregnant news. Now, I feel like I'm looking around for the breaks, begging time to slow down just so I can fit everything in. This week is big for us - we close on our new house on Thursday and we move in on Friday. I can't believe that at this time next week, I'll be living in a new house, sleeping in a new room, and cooking in a new kitchen. Not to mention my new and unimproved commute. Still, it will be a good change, although I am completely nostalgic about leaving downtown and this house in particular. Since I moved in, however, I don't know that I've ever stopped complaining about the house or holding my breath because it seems like the house falls apart on an annual basis - but wait, don't tell that to our buyers. I just chalk it up to the joys of home-owning and I'm sure that will carry forward to our new place - the endless list of things to fix, paint, repair, decorate or mow. But now that we're leaving our little downtown abode, I've been remembering all the great memories. Jeff proposed to me on our front porch. That's where we lived when we planned our wedding and our first home together as a married couple. It's the only house Maverick has ever known and I've spent countless summer days and nights sitting and reading on our front porch.
I know, I know...We've got a lot of really great memories in store for us at our new place. Objectively, I'll be glad when we've finally gotten rid of our place downtown and I know the memories will never leave. Still doesn't make me want to leave it though.
In any case, the frantic packing has started. When I started getting our place ready to sell back in June, I was just getting into my second trimester and the bump was nonexistent. Now, at almost twenty-eight weeks pregnant, I'm encountering a whole new set of challenges, such as whether I will be able to stand upright after bending over. Still, I'm feeling great and the baby seems to get more active by the day.
So, here we are at twenty-seven weeks. Like I said, this kid seems to grow more active by the day. I've become fascinated with watching my stomach. It seriously looks like a scene out of Alien. Jeff tells me that he half-expects some drooly, slimy monster to come poking its head out. I suppose in some interpretations of that, he's probably right. I kid, I kid, sort of. I actually expect this kid to be born knowing how to run, flip and karate chop. Actually, this week, he's as big as a head of cauliflower, and almost sixteen inches from top to bottom. He knows how to blink, suck, and breathe. His lungs are almost completely developed. And, amazingly, he's weighing in at two and a half pounds. I remember that I couldn't believe all of that was going on inside, but based upon what I'm seeing and feeling, this kid is definitely making his presence known.
While moving and moving-related concerns have topped my list, I'm actually getting anxious to get into our new house so I can start decorating and setting up the baby's room. I have been woefully negligent in purchasing furniture or any baby-related items, mostly because we haven't had any room. That will change shortly and I can't wait to create a home for my tiny heavyweight. I think I'll be able to rest easier knowing that I actually have a crib to put him in, and clothes for him to wear. I know he probably won't care too much, but I will!
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