Moving along...

Getting closer… (written before the high risk doctor exam on 1-18-13).

It’s been harder to maintain the blog as I must be nesting. Everything needs to get done… NOW!

The baby’s room is ready to paint. I still have bought next to nothing (hopefully will remedy that this weekend or next). The quilt is nearly half done. The kids are getting excited. And the house can’t get clean enough.

One of my good work friends just had his baby Monday night. I got his e-mail first thing Monday morning that they were headed to the hospital. It is hard to explain but it sent a wave of panic through me! I knew they would be fine. We have the same fabulous ob, she is a nurse, he’s an engineer. Under control. (At least from my far removed perspective.) But as a typical pregnant woman I have to make everything about me. Oh my goodness we are next! Oh my goodness I am not ready! Oh my goodness who is going to take care of the kids?! Oh my goodness how is this all going to go down? Oh my goodness in theory (though I never go into labor early and always go late) this could happen any day now and I don’t even have a carseat! Oh my goodness we haven’t visited daycares yet! PANIC!!

Pulling myself out of the “it’s all about me” mentality… They had a healthy 7 lb 14 oz baby boy and all is good.

29 weeks. 11 weeks to go (if I am lucky and not overdue). I am feeling good. Much better now that my anemia is under control actually. My typical cravings have set in – grapefruit and pineapple. I am trying to moderate myself so that my gums don’t completely freak out. Leif is helping with that because every time I grab a grapefruit he requests half. At least. This morning he requested my other half and then begged for another half on top of that. And then the little turkey didn’t even give me the remnants to squeeze the remaining juice out of… he squeezed it himself and drank it.

I feel as big as a house and AB laughs when I tell him this. “But you still have 11 weeks!”

My body is tired though. I have many more Braxton-Hicks contractions than I ever had with the other two. My back aches. My legs ache. I can’t eat much of anything without getting crazy heartburn. Ok, honestly I can’t eat much of anything because my stomach has shrunken or maybe disappeared altogether. Nothing sounds good to eat (except grapefruit, pineapple, lattes and pastries). Beer sounds good. Wine sounds good. Food, in general, sounds nasty. Meat? Blah. (Which doesn’t help the anemia issue…)

Names… we have one. Maybe we have two or three. AB prefers to see the baby before selecting a name – but the main problem with this comes about when we only REALLY have one name selected and we both like it. It is kind of hard not to think that we haven’t already named him. We actually do have a name #2 – but it isn’t Scandinavian (it’s Hebrew). And it is actually on the “popularity list”. And probably even worse yet is that it is on a major television series. Thus it breaks like every rule ever for a Carman baby. But it sounds great with our kids’ names and we like it. That one is our back up I guess.

As usual for us, we won’t be sharing the name beforehand. You could probably tease it out of the kids, though every time we bring it up they come up with other names. So I am not sure they are taking OUR selection terribly seriously. Last night Skadi came up with a new name – Brandon. “And we can call him Baby B or Baby Brandon”. It is one of the few “normal” names my kids have come up with. Cute, but no. I tried to explain that Leif, Skadi and Brandon just don’t go together very well… as opposed to Leif, Skadi and (insert other male Scandinavian name) goes a whole lot better. She wasn’t buying it. Brandon…