Made in Richmond

Once again, we see that our girl Zapp will tolerate anything that means human contact. Even Ross’s hairy monkey feet.

Since the baby can apparently hear things for real now, we’ve decided to add to the list of music being played on my belly each night. We were sticking with Johnny Cash hymns but decided to introduce the little one to some Otis Redding last night via my iPod shuffle and Ross’s gigantic headphones.

Well, either the kid loved it or hated or, because there was a definite reaction. As soon as Otis started, I felt all kinds of thumps going on in there. When the iPod would switch back to Johnny Cash, the kid mellowed out. But as soon as Otis came back on, the thumps started up again.

And then I freaked out because BIOLOGY IS WEIRD.

Monday - I have a dinner to go to, Ross keeps himself busy by getting dinner with someone else

Tuesday - I have a meeting after work, Ross has a different meeting after work and then spends the remainder of the evening *doing* work

Wednesday - Ross has a thing at 5:30 and then another thing from 8 to 11

Thursday - I have my church’s women’s group from 7 until ?

Sigh. I really miss that guy.

Next week, the house will have been on the market for two months. I realize this is not a very long time, compared to what other people are going through. But really, I don’t think I can take the stress of not remembering if I put the ironing board away for much longer. Oh and the praying to the heavens that the dogs haven’t puked (or worse) in their crates on a day that we can’t get home before a showing.

Mostly I’m freaking out that it will take several more months, and then we won’t be *really*settled by the time the baby gets here. A pregnant woman unable to nest is not a pretty sight.

Someone buy this house. Please, please, please.

Friday: Happy to finish off a very long week. Quick nap and dinner. Friends over for Rock Band, Apples to Apples, and Jenga. To bed.

Saturday: Up to putter. Added some items to the baby registry. Off to get haircut. Home to go visit puppies with the in-laws (for them, not for us).  Lunch at Buzz & Ned’s. Home to quickly vacate the house for a showing. Wasted time at Babies’R'Us test-driving strollers. Back to the house to shower finally. Off to Cous Cous for RVAbloggers meet up. Home. Took two naps between 8:30pm and 11:30pm. Finally to bed again at 1.

Sunday: Slept in for the first time in a while. Up and off to Loaves & Fishes. Home for a quick rest. Off to church. Got to see Ross’s face the first time he felt the baby kick. Died from the sweetness. Headed over to the Southside for Father’s Day dinner. Dropped my Grandma off at her place. Home to putter a bit and prepare for the week. Hoping for an early bedtime.

Have a great week!

Once Zapp has stopped bouncing off of every surface of the house, we usually find her here, curled up on my side of the bed. This time the remote happened to be in her spot, so it just *looks* like she’s relaxing and enjoying her stories.

We hit 18 weeks today. Picture after the jump.
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For the last two days, I have worked a full work day and then come home to work for another 3 to 4 hours on either more stuff for work or additional work for Ross. That’s a lot of work for someone who is also, oh I dunno, MAKING A PERSON.

Speaking of that person, the taps are getting to be more consistent, particularly after I have something citrus-like. Ross has yet to feel one though.

To reward myself for working so hard, I bought myself a Klean Kanteen. Because that’s how we semi-hippies reward ourselves: BPA free products.

The house is still on the market. I am still annoyed about this.

I was so tired this morning that I actually threw up. That’s right. Not morning sickness. Not stress. Just exhaustion.

Sometimes when I’m really tired, my adrenaline kicks in and I have trouble sleeping. I’m praying to the Good Lord that doesn’t happen tonight.

The baby is due 5 months from Thursday.

I have another doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Somehow I think hearing the heartbeat will make the start of this week seem a little less important.

I know I am fully equipped to love this baby. I also know in the rational part of my mind that I am fully equipped to care for this baby.

And, if you haven’t learned by now, the irrational part of my mind tends to talk over the rational part, usually in all caps and in bold. LIKE THIS.

But now that tendency is considered “normal” rather than “neurotic. Yet another reason I like pregnancy.

Anyway, while on our long weekend, Ross and I celebrated our five year anniversary (Yes, I know. Five years, time for baby! We are too precious and predictable). Waiting for us at our breakfast table that morning was a gift bag full of these books:

The Baby Care Book - Your answer to anything and everything you could ever want to know about your wee one. Guys, they even show you what the poop is supposed to look like. The amount of comfort this brought me is a tad absurd.

Consumer Reports Best Baby Products - This book breaks it down to what you *really* need and lets you know which brands to buy. There are charts and keys to follow. RA would be so happy!

First Meals - To be honest, I haven’t even opened this one, and I know full well it was intended for Ross’s eyes, not mine. And as I said to Ross last night, “Once this kid is off the boob, the feeding is on you.” To which he said “Uh yeah, I know.”

I can’t even give you a breakdown of what happened each day because it’s all a haze of leisure and resting, but here’s a list of things done during my long weekend at Ft. Lewis Lodge.

-ate a lot of Doritos

-drank a lot of water

-talked about it being hot

-played what felt like the longest game of Settlers ever

-ate about 487,128 varieties of casseroles and vegetable salads

-finally started reading the last Happy Potter book

-snuggled and nap to a ridiculous degree

-celebrated our five year anniversary

-felt the baby wiggle around some more

-dreaded coming home

-decided to skip church

Now I will do some laundry and get caught up on the approximately 8 million emails I have and try to remember what the mess I have to do at work next week.

Sigh. Long weekend, you were much too short.