Thursday, February 23, 2012
Matt's Preparations (Director's Cut)
Matt and his big brother Chris going baby stuff shopping (Not Really).
Chris fancies himself quite the young Scorsese and made this video for us.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Halfway There
Well this Tuesday I marked the halfway point in this pregnancy, 20 weeks y'all. I had an appointment today and every time I go, I get an ultrasound which I realize is pretty awesome, because I guess that isn't the norm for most ob/gyn offices. It is fun watching the changes every 3-4 weeks. Plus it is nice to hear, everything looks good every time! So now that I am halfway, I thought I would put a little weight on, especially considering the girl scout cookies and plates of french toast I have consumed. Wouldn't you know it, that I have yet to gain any weight. I either gain or lose a pound or two btw appointments, but no major movement. So apparently pregnancy is the one time in my life my body does not gain weight. I know I will as it goes along, but it is just weird to me. I bet you $100 I put on 30 lbs, AFTER this baby is born... that would just be my luck.
Not a lot going on here, just a lot of running around. This weekend Matt heads to Cedar Falls for a reunion with his crew and next weekend we had to Madison, WI, for a wedding of good friends of ours from law school. We are jacked to reunite the MN crew, and Matt is ever happier that we will spend less $ in booze, he still gets to drink, and he will have a driver...lucky guy!
This last weekend Matt and I went baby furniture shopping. We went about a month ago, and it was overwhelming. I then went to a million places in between to narrow things down. Everything I found was either too cheap and crappy, too expensive, too boring, or the people who worked at the place talked to me like I was a 2 year old and I found it incredibly annoying. I am pregnant, I am not the baby. So I found a place here in Omaha called Kids Stuff, that had a million choices and decided it was the best place to take Matt. I have a husband who likes to be involved. I say this lovingly. When we were planning our wedding, Matt didn't care, but the last two weeks he became interested and I wanted to kill him. Do not question decisions when 7 months earlier you said, "whatever, I don't care." I knew there is no way I could buy anything without showing him, otherwise it would come to our house and he would go, "oh is that color called paprika? I don't really like it."
So we spent a few hours in the store and we got some furniture, car seat, stroller, and this "base" madness they talk about. Matt was screwing around with the car seat display in the store and for 20 minutes neither one of us could figure out how to get the carrier thing off the base. Two graduate level educations and a fucking latch trumped us. After 20 minutes of struggling, thinking it was just a display and didn't work, trying to rip it off the base, screaming at each other in hushed tones that the other one wasn't doing it right, we finally figured out how to get the car seat in and out of the base. We are officially ready for this baby.
Not a lot going on here, just a lot of running around. This weekend Matt heads to Cedar Falls for a reunion with his crew and next weekend we had to Madison, WI, for a wedding of good friends of ours from law school. We are jacked to reunite the MN crew, and Matt is ever happier that we will spend less $ in booze, he still gets to drink, and he will have a driver...lucky guy!
This last weekend Matt and I went baby furniture shopping. We went about a month ago, and it was overwhelming. I then went to a million places in between to narrow things down. Everything I found was either too cheap and crappy, too expensive, too boring, or the people who worked at the place talked to me like I was a 2 year old and I found it incredibly annoying. I am pregnant, I am not the baby. So I found a place here in Omaha called Kids Stuff, that had a million choices and decided it was the best place to take Matt. I have a husband who likes to be involved. I say this lovingly. When we were planning our wedding, Matt didn't care, but the last two weeks he became interested and I wanted to kill him. Do not question decisions when 7 months earlier you said, "whatever, I don't care." I knew there is no way I could buy anything without showing him, otherwise it would come to our house and he would go, "oh is that color called paprika? I don't really like it."
So we spent a few hours in the store and we got some furniture, car seat, stroller, and this "base" madness they talk about. Matt was screwing around with the car seat display in the store and for 20 minutes neither one of us could figure out how to get the carrier thing off the base. Two graduate level educations and a fucking latch trumped us. After 20 minutes of struggling, thinking it was just a display and didn't work, trying to rip it off the base, screaming at each other in hushed tones that the other one wasn't doing it right, we finally figured out how to get the car seat in and out of the base. We are officially ready for this baby.
Nothing says I put out like a bump! So here is 20 week pic. I am working it. I mean check out this lunge!
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