Last week, I was still a resident of downtown Minneapolis and this week, we've entered into "The Great Suburban Experiment." That's what Jeff calls it, at least. And let me tell you this - I don't know that anyone really likes moving, but I hate it. In fact, I don't even think "hate" is a strong enough word. As we have been going through this while process over the summer, I have told Jeff repeatedly that the only way I'm ever leaving this house is in a body bag. We closed on the house on September 1st and took the rest of the long weekend off to move and unpack. Jeff's brother came to help us out and I don't know what we would have done without him. He was a real trooper and helped me clean out the fridge too, which made me quite happy. We have settled in, for the most part. There are still a few boxes in the garage that need to be unpacked and organized, pictures to be hung and furniture to buy. It doesn't really feel like "home" yet and I kept saying to Jeff that I felt like we were on vacation. I think I need to make a few meals in the kitchen and take a few naps on the couch before I really feel settled in.
And, here's a picture of Jeff and I in front of our new house. We have big plans to make the house feel like "ours" but the nice thing is that those plans can be longer-term. There is nothing that needs to be fixed, replaced, or repaired in the immediate future, so we can focus on getting settled and getting ready for November.
I also started ordering the furniture for the nursery. So far, I've got a crib and a changing table. I've still got to get a rug, bookcase and a rocking chair. But, my dad did paint the room last weekend and if I think of it, I'll make sure to take a picture. It looks kind of ridiculous right now.
So, below is a picture of Jack and I at twenty-eight weeks. I am really grateful that I am not very big yet because it would have just made this process all that more difficult. I've still got a ton of energy and I think the "nesting instinct" has kicked in full force because I want this house to be perfect. In the alternative, I might just be a lunatic.
Baby Jack and I continue to grow. As my mom said last night, I'm definately starting to look pregnant and I'm finally getting a "tunka." I'm assuming that means a baby belly. The baby is three pounds this week, so he's really picking up steam in the weight-gaining process. He's also seventeen inches long, and about as long as he'll get when he's born. It's funny, I can tell that the baby is long because when he moves, I feel it at opposite ends of my stomach. I'm also supposed to do "kick counts" twice daily. I should lie down and count fetal movements. The goal is to get ten movements in an hour. Its also a nice excuse to rest. I did this a few times over the weekend, and at one point, I counted twelve movements in about four and a half minutes. So, he's an active little bugger to be sure. He's also been a real trooper through this whole moving process, letting me work without any of those really awful pregnancy symptoms.
So, hopefully by the next time I update, I'll have some pictures of the nursery - but be aware - it is a work in progress. Until then, if anyone needs some boxes, let me know.
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