Friday: baby update

I saw the OB again today and got fun information!

My due date didn't actually change (sad), although all the measurements are still about a week ahead. I think all this means is a lot of hand waving is going on.

Baby Hilldore's abdomen cavity is in the 98%...i.e., he's chubby.

His head is in the 88%.

Everything else was pretty normal.

I have an anterior placenta, which apparently means I don't feel him move as much. But I think I'm feeling him move quite a bit. So I've decided that he's strong. Because if he is going to be chubby, he may as well be strong.

Also, since I'm wearing maternity pants it is harder to gauge how I'm growing. I can't say "oh, I can't button my pants anymore." So I measured myself, and my waist is at 37". This way I can tell a little better that I'm growing.

Thursday: broke vs broken

A few mornings ago I heard the following:

"We're not broke. Something something something. We are doing perfectly fine and all our procedures are adequate for what we are doing."

I thought, "hold on. I thought they were going to talk about money, not their well-being. I think I would have used broken instead of broke. I wonder if broke as an adjective can come from 'to break' or 'I broke it'. I also wonder if it is just a common vernacular that has it mean money-less."

(I hope you understood that. It turns out it is kind of hard to explain.)

Anyway, I looked it up. When used as an adjective, it can only mean lacking in money. Which I do find that a little odd, since it is the same word as 'I broke it' and verbs and adjectives are often the same.

Aren't you glad you know that now?!?

Wednesday: water

Tonight I was getting ready for my shower and Flurry was on the side of the tub in the front. I kept giving her water from my hand because it was taking a while to get the right temperature. It finally was right and so I went around to the back to get in. Flurry did the same thing, but between the shower curtain and the plastic protecters. I didn't realize this until I bumped her into the tub with my knee. By this time there was a little bit of water in the bottom and so I wondered now she would react...she does love water.

She scrambled out so quickly that the whole event was over in a blink of an eye. I laughed at her...the whole event seemed like a good lesson.

Tuesday: counting

Today this child is 23 weeks old. Or something. Apparently at 23 weeks you get told your age by what size you are, not what age you are. Wouldn't that be cool as an adult? You could age backwards.

Anyway, that's not the point.

The point is that I'm annoyed with how months are counted in pregnancy. At 23 weeks, I start my 6th month and can tell everyone that I'm six months pregnant. Being six months pregnant lasts from 5m1d to 5m28d. When my baby is a real six months old, it will be when he is 6m1d to 6m30d. It seems like this latter way is how it should work. What especially annoys me is that they are measured differently. Sure, one seems like a better option, but either would be fine. BUT THEY SHOULD BE THE SAME. I always feel like I'm lying when I say how far along I am in months, so I try to go with weeks.

In more other news, I'm about halfway through knowing about the baby. I managed to skip week 20 because he jumped to week 21, so I'll celebrate today (by doing nothing special).

Sunday: hi

Hi.

Not much to say tonight. Oh well. Can you believe that the summer is almost done?

Saturday: evil genius

Today I played the game "Evil Genius" more than I should have.

I expected my minion to do the chores, since I was busy taking over the world.

Flurry just looked at me and yawned.

Friday: registering

Ben and I went to Target tonight to start registering. Not to necessarily scan everything we wanted there, but at least get started.

I think it would have been hilarious to watch us; we had almost no clue what we were doing.

"Let's choose a crib! I read that the slat have to be no more than so far apart and no drop sides."
"They all have those features."
"And they all turn into toddler beds."
"Well, I think that one is ugly."
"I don't like this one."
"That still leaves three to choose from."

"Let's get a mattress! The firmer the better."
" Extra firm or ultra firm?"
"uh.."
(We were able to figure that one out...one had more coils.)

"Let's get spoons!"
...
...
"There's too many."
Luckily, a nice lady took pity on us and recommended some.

"Let's get this shark towel."
"It doesn't look like a shark."
"I know. It actually looks like a monster and I think that'll be cuter."

"Let's get a pack-n-play!"
"This one has too much extra stuff."
"This one has a hood...that looks annoying to deal with."
"You can leave the second level in when packing this one up."
"Score."
(This was probably the easiest thing to choose.)

"Let's get him an electronic!"
"Only if you can justify why it should be on the registry."
"A large TV? He will need a large TV."
( We couldn't find one absurdly large enough.)
"Legos? How about Lego Pirates, the video game."
"ok."