Well, it looks like my Mom and Mr. Paul Groom are the odds-on favorites for the coveted stroller prize. At Nancy's doctor's appointment today, they decided that they would induce her on August 5th if she has not already gone into labor. It is still too soon to call August 5th the winning guess, though...because a lot can happen in 15 days. Although she is not dilated at all yet, and only 50% "soft". Being the medically curious guy that I am, I tried to talk her into letting me do periodic pelvic exams on her, so that when labor finally does start, I can quickly tell if we needed to go to the hospital or not. "C'mon, I'm a doctor" has not worked well so far.
If it all goes down on that day, then we'll have to come to some sort of compromise on the stroller. I'm betting I can get Paul to give up the rights to his share of the prize for a case of beer and dinner at Orleans. That way my Mom can have a stroller to wheel J-Dub around while Nancy and I are at the Aggie football games.
I've gotta get on the horn to try and find a relief vet for August 5th and 6th...so I gotsta go. Bye.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
She looks a little flushed
Last week, I noticed more and more often that I would go to use the bathroom and there would be used toilet paper in the toilet. After about the fifth time, I had decided that Nancy was just losing her mind due to the hormones of pregnancy and forgetting to flush the toilet after she urinates. Well, it kept happening. So I had my own little intervention with her. I've watched the show Intervention enough to know how to do this. I wrote my thoughts down and read them to her:
"Your forgetting to flush the toilet has affected my life negatively in the following ways:
1. Our bathroom smells like piss all the time.
2. It creeps me out a little when I pee and it hits the used toilet paper instead of the toilet water. Just doesn't sound quite right.
3. Our bathroom smells like piss. "
I was about halfway through the intervention, when Nancy dropped a bomb on me. She wasn't forgetting to flush the toilet. She was not flushing the toilet on purpose. Evidently she has decided that, since she has to pee every 20 minutes now that there is a 7 pound fetus playing soccer with her bladder, flushing every time she pees is a waste of water. Why not let the foul-smelling bodily fluids just sit there and ferment for a while? After ten or twelve rounds have built up, and our whole house smells like a porto-potty, then it will be permissable by Al Gore for her to flush the damn toilet.
Seriously.
On the bright side, at least as far as I know, she is still flushing the toilet every single time she "drops the kids off at the pool". Of course, if she had to do that every 20 minutes too, who knows?
Jacob, please hurry up. Before your mom's craziness rubs off on me.
"Your forgetting to flush the toilet has affected my life negatively in the following ways:
1. Our bathroom smells like piss all the time.
2. It creeps me out a little when I pee and it hits the used toilet paper instead of the toilet water. Just doesn't sound quite right.
3. Our bathroom smells like piss. "
I was about halfway through the intervention, when Nancy dropped a bomb on me. She wasn't forgetting to flush the toilet. She was not flushing the toilet on purpose. Evidently she has decided that, since she has to pee every 20 minutes now that there is a 7 pound fetus playing soccer with her bladder, flushing every time she pees is a waste of water. Why not let the foul-smelling bodily fluids just sit there and ferment for a while? After ten or twelve rounds have built up, and our whole house smells like a porto-potty, then it will be permissable by Al Gore for her to flush the damn toilet.
Seriously.
On the bright side, at least as far as I know, she is still flushing the toilet every single time she "drops the kids off at the pool". Of course, if she had to do that every 20 minutes too, who knows?
Jacob, please hurry up. Before your mom's craziness rubs off on me.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tick Tock
Wow. Has it really been 5 weeks since I blogged? What a slacker I am.
Nancy had her latest ultrasound yesterday and doctor's appointment today. Everything looks good with J-Dub. He is 7 lbs 13 oz. Which is great. At birth. Trouble is, we are still 3-4 weeks away. But the doc says Nancy is good to go because she has child-bearing hips. I'm not sure what that means, but with the distance I saw the doctor stick her hand up there, I guess she would know better than anyone.
Our house is beginning to look like the showroom at Babies R Us. What was once a spacious house now has baby paraphernalia in every nook and cranny. Yes, I am under 85 years old and said 'nook and cranny'. I think, at last count, we have 74 strollers. I have learned that baby strollers are sorta like Nancy's shoes. She must have different ones for every occasion, they cost way too much, and chances are most of them will sit there taking up space while she only uses the one she really likes. We have so many different types of strollers that I lost track of what the difference between them is. I know one of them is a jogging stroller. The last time either of us went jogging was during the Clinton administration, but that was somehow a must-have.
Now that we have all this crap we probably will never use, I don't think we have room for a baby. So Jacob is gonna have to stay at the inlaws. Even if we make room and are able to let him stay here, there is certainly no room for any toys or spare diapers. Poor kid.
I am blogging earlier in the evening than normal because, although Nancy is still awake, she is not paying any attention to me, because some riveting show called Big Brother is currently on. Should I be offended that she would rather watch complete strangers eat and brush their teeth than talk to me?
So, with J-Dub currently measuring 2 weeks bigger than he should be, the conventional wisdom is that he will be here before his due date of August 13th. My guess is July 31st. Nancy thinks July 27th. Make your guesses in the comments section. The closest guess wins a jogging stroller.
Nancy had her latest ultrasound yesterday and doctor's appointment today. Everything looks good with J-Dub. He is 7 lbs 13 oz. Which is great. At birth. Trouble is, we are still 3-4 weeks away. But the doc says Nancy is good to go because she has child-bearing hips. I'm not sure what that means, but with the distance I saw the doctor stick her hand up there, I guess she would know better than anyone.
Our house is beginning to look like the showroom at Babies R Us. What was once a spacious house now has baby paraphernalia in every nook and cranny. Yes, I am under 85 years old and said 'nook and cranny'. I think, at last count, we have 74 strollers. I have learned that baby strollers are sorta like Nancy's shoes. She must have different ones for every occasion, they cost way too much, and chances are most of them will sit there taking up space while she only uses the one she really likes. We have so many different types of strollers that I lost track of what the difference between them is. I know one of them is a jogging stroller. The last time either of us went jogging was during the Clinton administration, but that was somehow a must-have.
Now that we have all this crap we probably will never use, I don't think we have room for a baby. So Jacob is gonna have to stay at the inlaws. Even if we make room and are able to let him stay here, there is certainly no room for any toys or spare diapers. Poor kid.
I am blogging earlier in the evening than normal because, although Nancy is still awake, she is not paying any attention to me, because some riveting show called Big Brother is currently on. Should I be offended that she would rather watch complete strangers eat and brush their teeth than talk to me?
So, with J-Dub currently measuring 2 weeks bigger than he should be, the conventional wisdom is that he will be here before his due date of August 13th. My guess is July 31st. Nancy thinks July 27th. Make your guesses in the comments section. The closest guess wins a jogging stroller.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Are there really Eight Weeks Left?
My mom had surgery on Tuesday, and everything went well. She is at home now.
Nancy and I were talking the other day about how loooong this pregnancy seems. When other people are pregnant, it seems to fly by. One minute they are announcing they are pregnant, and boom! the next day they have a baby. Then the next day the kid's 7 years old. But it seems like it has been about 3 years since we found out we were pregnant. And we still have 8 weeks til the due date.
Nancy had a doctor's appointment Tuesday and all is well. JKW is still measuring a little on the big side...so maybe it won't be quite 8 weeks.
Pregnant women are funny. Nancy gets weirder every day. Examples:
1. She cannot have a meal without dropping food on her chest at least once. Usually it is several times. We have tossed around several theories. One is that her lady lumps are gargantuan and stick out farther than normal, and thus catch the food as it is dropped. Another theory is that with her huge belly, she sits farther back from the table and leans back, making it a longer trip to her mouth, giving the food more opportunity to lose its balance. Or maybe, since she is eating for two, she is taking bites that are twice as big. Bigger bites + same size fork= more food on the shirt.
Nancy and I were talking the other day about how loooong this pregnancy seems. When other people are pregnant, it seems to fly by. One minute they are announcing they are pregnant, and boom! the next day they have a baby. Then the next day the kid's 7 years old. But it seems like it has been about 3 years since we found out we were pregnant. And we still have 8 weeks til the due date.
Nancy had a doctor's appointment Tuesday and all is well. JKW is still measuring a little on the big side...so maybe it won't be quite 8 weeks.
Pregnant women are funny. Nancy gets weirder every day. Examples:
1. She cannot have a meal without dropping food on her chest at least once. Usually it is several times. We have tossed around several theories. One is that her lady lumps are gargantuan and stick out farther than normal, and thus catch the food as it is dropped. Another theory is that with her huge belly, she sits farther back from the table and leans back, making it a longer trip to her mouth, giving the food more opportunity to lose its balance. Or maybe, since she is eating for two, she is taking bites that are twice as big. Bigger bites + same size fork= more food on the shirt.
2. She goes to bed at 9pm...sometimes 9:30 now that she is not working. That's not the weird part, as she has done that since long before she was pregnant. After she goes to bed, I usually go upstairs to my computer and play. Almost every night, about 11 pm, I hear moaning coming from our bedroom downstairs. The first few times, I hollered downstairs to see if she was okay, only to wake her up and her have no idea what I am talking about. Then one time she made such a gawd-awful noise that I thought she was in labor. Shelby even barked, which I took to be the equivalent of Lassie telling me that Timmy was trapped in the well...so I ran downstairs to see what was wrong. Nothing. Just sleeping. And now none too happy that I had woken her up...again.
3. I can't get even one finger on to her side of the bed after she is asleep, she groans, throws a minor hissy fit, and yells at me that I am making her hot. Somehow she senses this even in the middle of snoring, drool-on-her-pillow REM sleep. If I laugh at her, it usually makes things worse, so I try to refrain. Try.
3. I can't get even one finger on to her side of the bed after she is asleep, she groans, throws a minor hissy fit, and yells at me that I am making her hot. Somehow she senses this even in the middle of snoring, drool-on-her-pillow REM sleep. If I laugh at her, it usually makes things worse, so I try to refrain. Try.
4. Sometimes she gets up to pee three times before I even go to bed. That's not so much funny as...well, yeah, I guess it kinda is.
She has always made me laugh, but this pregnancy thing is pure comedy gold.
She had her baby shower this past weekend. Me, Dad, Scott, and Nick took the kids swimming and for ice cream for two hours while the women did...well, whatever it is that women do at these things. All I know is that we got a lot of gifts. One of them was this, which I think is pretty funny:
She had her baby shower this past weekend. Me, Dad, Scott, and Nick took the kids swimming and for ice cream for two hours while the women did...well, whatever it is that women do at these things. All I know is that we got a lot of gifts. One of them was this, which I think is pretty funny:
Here are some pictures from the weekend:
Amanda, Nancy, and Marci
Nancy and her cake
Doris, Debra, Kelsey, Joanna, and Nancy doing...something
Jacob's disguise for robbing a bank? No idea
It looks like there was classwork at this shower. Glad I was at the pool.
Either decorations at the shower or our dryer is broken
Nancy opening her bag of Aggie gear. It is really cool.
Chase, Nick, Carrie, Caitlyn, me, Brynna, and Logan watching tv
Nancy's cake, which Marci, of course, made from scratch
Kelsey, Doris and Joanna
me and Brynna
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Now We're Ready
First, a few pictures from last weekend when Nancy and her mom went to babysit Brooke and Tyler.
I have no idea what is going on in this picture, but it appears as though Brooke and Tyler may be dressing Nancy up as a Kiwanis Club member.
This weekend, we headed up to Lorena for Logan's 7th Birthday party. I can't believe that little booger is already 7 years old. Time flies.
We headed back home relatively early today, since we had a lot of things that needed to be done around the house, especially since I was gone all last weekend. However, when we got home, Nancy decided that we needed to work on the nursery. So we put together the crib and glider chair all afternoon. And since we got that done, we went ahead and cleaned up the rest of the mess I made after a month of painting. And since we got that done, we went ahead and decorated and hung some stuff on the wall. And by this evening, the nursery was almost finished. We are still going to add a little shelf with some pictures and other odd items on it...but other than that, we are done. Now all we need is a baby to go in it.
Here is a BEFORE pic:
...and as of this evening:
Thursday, May 20, 2010
J-Dub
We went to have our 3D/4D Ultrasound done today during my lunch break. We weren't quite sure what to expect going in. Most of the ones I've seen in the past have been pretty creepy looking. And I'm sure ours are pretty creepy looking too...but it's our creepy fetus, so it's different.
We got lots of color photos and a 30 minute video. No, we are not going to make any of you watch all 30 minutes of it.
It was actually a lot of fun, moreso than I thought it would be. Throughout the 30 minute session, we realized a few things about little J-Dub:
a) He is very active. The technician had a hard time getting a good shot sometimes because he was constantly moving around, kicking, flipping, etc. Could also have something to do with the Dr. Pepper Nancy drank 10 minutes before we got there.
b) He likes to put appendages in his mouth. 90% of the time he had either his hand or his foot...yes, his foot...in his mouth. Must be something genetic, because I often put my foot in my mouth as well.
c) He has cute chubby cheeks like Nancy.
d) He has what my dad calls the "Wiltshire nose". Not sure what he means, since he and I both have petite little noses. However, the technician did tell us before she even got started that the baby's nose tends to look wider and flatter on the 3D ultrasound because of the way the sound waves bounce off of it and his lack of nose cartilage. Either that, or he is not my baby, but instead Nancy has mated with an Aboriginee.
e) He is very flexible, and will likely someday be the contortionist guy who fits himself inside a small box for tips on the streets of New Orleans. He was constantly lifting his foot up to his mouth, cheek, or forehead.
f) He is still big for his age. Go figure.
g) He has surprisingly little hair on his head, considering how much heartburn Nancy has had. Bet he still has more than I do.
Here are some pictures:
Chillin'
Deep in thought.
Still a boy. That's a relief. Otherwise our daughter would have to really like sports-themed bedrooms
Diggin for gold, just like dear ol Dad. You can also see his foot.
Foot by his head. Again.
I have no idea.
Creepy.
Foot. Mouth. You get the idea.
We got lots of color photos and a 30 minute video. No, we are not going to make any of you watch all 30 minutes of it.
It was actually a lot of fun, moreso than I thought it would be. Throughout the 30 minute session, we realized a few things about little J-Dub:
a) He is very active. The technician had a hard time getting a good shot sometimes because he was constantly moving around, kicking, flipping, etc. Could also have something to do with the Dr. Pepper Nancy drank 10 minutes before we got there.
b) He likes to put appendages in his mouth. 90% of the time he had either his hand or his foot...yes, his foot...in his mouth. Must be something genetic, because I often put my foot in my mouth as well.
c) He has cute chubby cheeks like Nancy.
d) He has what my dad calls the "Wiltshire nose". Not sure what he means, since he and I both have petite little noses. However, the technician did tell us before she even got started that the baby's nose tends to look wider and flatter on the 3D ultrasound because of the way the sound waves bounce off of it and his lack of nose cartilage. Either that, or he is not my baby, but instead Nancy has mated with an Aboriginee.
e) He is very flexible, and will likely someday be the contortionist guy who fits himself inside a small box for tips on the streets of New Orleans. He was constantly lifting his foot up to his mouth, cheek, or forehead.
f) He is still big for his age. Go figure.
g) He has surprisingly little hair on his head, considering how much heartburn Nancy has had. Bet he still has more than I do.
Here are some pictures:
Chillin'
Deep in thought.
Still a boy. That's a relief. Otherwise our daughter would have to really like sports-themed bedrooms
Diggin for gold, just like dear ol Dad. You can also see his foot.
Foot by his head. Again.
I have no idea.
Winking for the ladies.
Creepy.
Foot. Mouth. You get the idea.
Nothing much else going on around here. I went up to Oregon last weekend for my buddy Chad's wedding. Since I didn't land until almost 10 pm on Sunday night, I have been trying to catch up on sleep all week. While I was gone, Nancy's parents came into town and they went and babysat Brooke and Tyler while Brandl and Danielle went out to dinner.
This weekend, it is up to Lorena for Logan's 7th Birthday party.
Time to go paint.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Yo
Sorry for the delay in blogging...I have been hard at work painting the nursery, and Nancy is cracking the whip pretty hard. Actually, I am kind of in over my head with regards to the "sports theme" we went with. Painting the walls was the easy part. Painting the sports-themed "mural" items on the walls has proven to be a little more tedious than I expected. Well, it's not really a mural, but more of a semi-mural. And now that I have started, I have to finish. I'll definitely post pics when I am done...if I ever finish. Luckily, the kid isn't due for a couple more months. It's definitely a lot more difficult to paint on textured walls than on paper or canvas. Ya live, ya learn.
Part of the reason I have to paint so many things on the walls is to justify the 47 different paint colors we bought at Home Depot. You see, Home Depot has a little scanner in their paint department that will match any color you have to one that they can make. We took every piece of quilt, blanket, sheet, bumper, etc that Nancy bought to Home Depot and Nancy went nuts with the scanner. Most of the paint we bought just so she could play with the color scanner...so now I feel like I have to use all that paint. Luckily, I think we have every color that Home Depot makes, so we are done with the scanner...for now.
Last weekend, we went on a tour of the maternity ward at the hospital where JKW will make his grand entrance. That was fun. And by fun, I mean boring as hell. Two hours of my life I will never get back. Our neighbors, Sarah and Brent, are expecting their second son 5 weeks after JKW, so they went with us. They have done this before, so they knew the questions to ask and the issues that might come up during labor and delivery. We, on the other hand, were clueless. We have no idea what we are doing, where we are doing it, when we are doing it, and who will be doing it to us. Which is why Nancy signed us up for this orientation...thinking it might shed some light on the process. She was wrong. We learned such exciting things as every room has a bathroom and how to turn on the bad ass 12" tv they provide you with in the room. Actually, there was a little bit of valuable information that we learned...enought to fill up 10 or 15 minutes...but certainly not TWO FREAKIN HOURS.
We also did something that I didn't even know anyone did...we registered for baby gifts. Now I knew about registering for weddings, but I had no idea people did that for their baby shower. I didn't even do it for our wedding. Nancy and her mom took care of that. We went to Babies R Us (which now is evidently a whole store as opposed to an aisle at Toys R Us), where we were turned loose with a little scanner gun and our imaginations. We walked up and down every single aisle, some twice, deciding on such details as which bottle nipples our son might enjoy sucking on the best. Never mind that we've never even met the guy. He might prefer the realistic silicone kind, and here we are with a 100 pack of rubber ones. Do people buy nipples on craigslist? Just planning ahead.
I wanted to register for this, because I thought it was funny:
I also wanted to register for the breast milk alcohol detection kit, because, hey, that sounds like it might come in handy one day. But while it might be something we need, Nancy thinks it might be inappropriate to register for.
So after 8 or 9 hours of scanning bar codes for butt wipes, rash cream, and strollers, we finally wrapped it all up. The shower invitation should read: You are invited to our shower to celebrate the birth of our son Jacob. As a show of appreciation for your generosity in buying us a gift, here is a list of exactly what to buy us. If you stray from this list, your item will be returned for store credit. You've been warned.
We have scheduled our appointment for our 3D ultrasound on May 20th. I'll be sure and post some creepy pictures of our unborn fetus for your viewing pleasure.
Nancy is hanging in there. She is feeling him kicking around in there more and more. We play a little game called Flashlight, where we turn out the lights in the bedroom, turn off the tv, and sit in silence for a few minutes. Then we scare the bejesus out of our unborn child by shining a bright flashlight on Nancy's belly. I'm fairly certain that JKW will grow up with an unhealthy fear of bright lights, but it makes him kick, so it's cool.
Well, that's it for now. Time to get back to painting. Wish me luck as I battle the textured wall.
Part of the reason I have to paint so many things on the walls is to justify the 47 different paint colors we bought at Home Depot. You see, Home Depot has a little scanner in their paint department that will match any color you have to one that they can make. We took every piece of quilt, blanket, sheet, bumper, etc that Nancy bought to Home Depot and Nancy went nuts with the scanner. Most of the paint we bought just so she could play with the color scanner...so now I feel like I have to use all that paint. Luckily, I think we have every color that Home Depot makes, so we are done with the scanner...for now.
Last weekend, we went on a tour of the maternity ward at the hospital where JKW will make his grand entrance. That was fun. And by fun, I mean boring as hell. Two hours of my life I will never get back. Our neighbors, Sarah and Brent, are expecting their second son 5 weeks after JKW, so they went with us. They have done this before, so they knew the questions to ask and the issues that might come up during labor and delivery. We, on the other hand, were clueless. We have no idea what we are doing, where we are doing it, when we are doing it, and who will be doing it to us. Which is why Nancy signed us up for this orientation...thinking it might shed some light on the process. She was wrong. We learned such exciting things as every room has a bathroom and how to turn on the bad ass 12" tv they provide you with in the room. Actually, there was a little bit of valuable information that we learned...enought to fill up 10 or 15 minutes...but certainly not TWO FREAKIN HOURS.
We also did something that I didn't even know anyone did...we registered for baby gifts. Now I knew about registering for weddings, but I had no idea people did that for their baby shower. I didn't even do it for our wedding. Nancy and her mom took care of that. We went to Babies R Us (which now is evidently a whole store as opposed to an aisle at Toys R Us), where we were turned loose with a little scanner gun and our imaginations. We walked up and down every single aisle, some twice, deciding on such details as which bottle nipples our son might enjoy sucking on the best. Never mind that we've never even met the guy. He might prefer the realistic silicone kind, and here we are with a 100 pack of rubber ones. Do people buy nipples on craigslist? Just planning ahead.
I wanted to register for this, because I thought it was funny:
I also wanted to register for the breast milk alcohol detection kit, because, hey, that sounds like it might come in handy one day. But while it might be something we need, Nancy thinks it might be inappropriate to register for.
So after 8 or 9 hours of scanning bar codes for butt wipes, rash cream, and strollers, we finally wrapped it all up. The shower invitation should read: You are invited to our shower to celebrate the birth of our son Jacob. As a show of appreciation for your generosity in buying us a gift, here is a list of exactly what to buy us. If you stray from this list, your item will be returned for store credit. You've been warned.
We have scheduled our appointment for our 3D ultrasound on May 20th. I'll be sure and post some creepy pictures of our unborn fetus for your viewing pleasure.
Nancy is hanging in there. She is feeling him kicking around in there more and more. We play a little game called Flashlight, where we turn out the lights in the bedroom, turn off the tv, and sit in silence for a few minutes. Then we scare the bejesus out of our unborn child by shining a bright flashlight on Nancy's belly. I'm fairly certain that JKW will grow up with an unhealthy fear of bright lights, but it makes him kick, so it's cool.
Well, that's it for now. Time to get back to painting. Wish me luck as I battle the textured wall.
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