If you can believe it, 2007 is almost at it's end. And in just about two months, God willing, our little guy will enter the world. This is quite a different Christmas than last year, it's amazing what changes can occur in just 12 months. Here's what we've been up to in the past week.
I passed my 3-hour glucose test last Friday. Hooray! It was actually kinda fun. DH used a sick day to hang out in the lab's waiting room with me all morning, punctuated by my hourly blood draws. We watched The Simpsons Movie on our mini DVD player and complained about the uncomfortable chairs. Another patient brought her 2-week-old baby, and we smiled contentedly listening to his tiny cries. Afterwards we ate at a Mexican restaurant and enjoyed the stolen afternoon hours together. I cherish every "couple" moment we have, anticipating when Bean will be the focus of all our attention. I got the test results on Christmas Eve, which was quite a relief. While we were waiting, DH had been practicing his dirty looks and stern reprimands every time I reached for carbs or sugar. To make it worse, he kept asking me if I wanted to walk the dog with him. No, actually, I don't want to walk the dog. The way I see it, there are three main pluses to being pregnant: 1. permission to gain weight; 2. automatic excuse not to exercise (who is going to argue with a preggo who says she needs some rest?); and 3. the beauty of creating life, or something like that. Take away the first two, and this pregnancy was about to get ugly. Real fast. But Merry Christmas to me, I'm clear. I won't be eating 6 donuts again any time soon, though. Well, at least not so close to a doctor's appointment.
My parents arrived for their visit on Saturday, and we've been enjoying their company this week. Especially the dog, who nearly threw herself out the window at the airport when she spotted them. (Fortunately, she didn't pee on the seat like she did last time. But I slyly suggested we take DH's car, just in case.) Monday was absolutely gorgeous, so we took advantage of Seattle's tourist destinations. Who says it always rains here?! Pike Place Market, the Space Needle, the Fremont Troll, the floating bridge... good stuff. We even tried to visit that awesome donut place downtown (I know, I know, old habits die hard). But much to our shock and dismay, they were entirely out of donuts! Not one piece of delicious fried dough in sight. I suspect that DH called ahead to arrange it, but I have no proof.
On Tuesday we enjoyed a quiet Christmas here with my parents. Lots of gifts to be opened, with Evey and Bean getting as much as anyone. Santa (aka my mom) continued the tradition of putting "stockings" in our stockings:
My favorite gift, though, was from DH. I don't mean to turn this blog into a catalog of the jewelry he buys for me, but considering I expect a serious drought starting in March, I thought I would document this on his behalf. Plus, I was really touched by the sentiment! He told me that he was browsing in the jewelry store when he spotting this necklace -- a pearl resting in a white gold circle. It reminded him of me carrying Bean, and he knew he had to buy it. I know what you are thinking, but hands off DH. He's mine.
And speaking of DH, I know it's very common for husbands to feel left out while the mom bonds with the new baby. To keep him involved, we included him in the Christmas belly pic:
I hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas as well!