We're heading off to baby class. Breathing and pushing and whatever else... We're going to know it all. It's the post script we're not sure about. So those classes are coming next weekend. I'm not sure how it takes 7 hours to learn how not to drop a baby, but I can't wait to learn. Maybe there's more I have to know...
Also, finals are over! (For me, not Aud.) So the next two weeks, if we last that long, are going to be all baby prep all day. And did you know that you can get your car seat installed at the fire station? I did not but I do now. And after seeing that thing, I have much more faith in their skills than my own. Peanut is going to be safer than a Hindu cow. Not that she's a cow. She is kind of a little chunk, but not quite cow status just yet.
This has been a semi-conscious stream of thought at 7:30am, but I hope you've enjoyed it.
-Andrew-
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Full Term!
First of all, thank you for your prayers, everyone! I know this is kind of a standing request, but keep them coming. Tomorrow, Audrey officially enters the home stretch as full term. The baby could be born safely at any time now.
It's funny. Up to this point, anytime anyone asked me, "What's Audrey's due date," and I answered, "March fourth," they would respond with an ever so mildly patronizing, "Oh, how special...." Now, when I tell them March fourth, their face instantly contorts into horrified shock, and they say, "Oh my gosh! I'm terrified for you!" (I'm not sure if they're terrified for me, because they've seen me with kids or if they're terrified for us in general.)
In any case, it's go time. I still have a small baby to-do list, and it's the cusp of finals week, and I'm organizing a missions conference for my campus for the spring, not to mention organizing other service projects, but I've never felt so alive. Meanwhile, Audrey's busy steadily funding our adventures with her career, taking classes for her Master's degree, and growing a human inside her. So I guess we both have things to do.
-Andrew-
It's funny. Up to this point, anytime anyone asked me, "What's Audrey's due date," and I answered, "March fourth," they would respond with an ever so mildly patronizing, "Oh, how special...." Now, when I tell them March fourth, their face instantly contorts into horrified shock, and they say, "Oh my gosh! I'm terrified for you!" (I'm not sure if they're terrified for me, because they've seen me with kids or if they're terrified for us in general.)
In any case, it's go time. I still have a small baby to-do list, and it's the cusp of finals week, and I'm organizing a missions conference for my campus for the spring, not to mention organizing other service projects, but I've never felt so alive. Meanwhile, Audrey's busy steadily funding our adventures with her career, taking classes for her Master's degree, and growing a human inside her. So I guess we both have things to do.
-Andrew-
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Snowing the Extra Mile
We're getting buried up here. Not really. It's not nearly as bad as they thought it would be, but the whole bread shelf at Wal-Mart was picked totally bare in expectation of some pretty intense ice and snow. Today, we enjoyed a nice, mellow snow day. Therefore, Audrey's prego exercise-measuring pedometer registered 0 steps for the day.
Peanut's developing nicely. She's been all elbows and kicks this week, and since she's pretty much completely filling up my wife's stomach, Audrey gets to feel every flinch. As I write this, I hear her little gasps of surprise at those tiny fists of fury testing their mini muscles. Neither one of us can wait to see her, but we're starting to get a little nervous about birth day. We saw a show tonight called "One Born Every Minute" that was pretty funny. It shows different parents' experiences at birth, and I gotta say... there are some dumb people in this world. Between that and America's Funniest Home Videos reruns, we have some good material to keep our minds off the stress ahead.
Peanut's developing nicely. She's been all elbows and kicks this week, and since she's pretty much completely filling up my wife's stomach, Audrey gets to feel every flinch. As I write this, I hear her little gasps of surprise at those tiny fists of fury testing their mini muscles. Neither one of us can wait to see her, but we're starting to get a little nervous about birth day. We saw a show tonight called "One Born Every Minute" that was pretty funny. It shows different parents' experiences at birth, and I gotta say... there are some dumb people in this world. Between that and America's Funniest Home Videos reruns, we have some good material to keep our minds off the stress ahead.
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