Birthing Class

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-

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-

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 Unveiled!

This is our baby, Peanut, and she's looking at you. We're going to be writing here updating all you good folks, who care to know Audrey's and Peanut's progress, their likes, their dislikes, what they do in their free time, etc. I'll also be finding my way in here from time to time, but I know who steals the show.

Today, we got the last ultrasound before we see Peanut face to face, and she's perfectly average. A nice boring pregnancy. Just like we like. The ultrasound tech told us she was in the 60th percentile for overall size (she's an even 6 lbs. at 35 weeks), so she might be a little big when she's born, but from her pictures, she looks like a little healthy chunk. I've posted more pictures on Facebook, so if you'd like to see them, go to our "Contact Us" page and click on "Andrew's Facebook." They should be there somewhere. There are pictures of Audrey's bump up there too.

That's all I got for now... a little introductory info, but if you want to stay updated, subscribe with your email address on the left side of the page, and if all goes according to plan, you should get the posts directly to your Inbox. Well, say goodnight to Peanut and her big eyes. I'm sure they'll be the death of me more than once or twice.

-Andrew-