Nothing terribly exciting this week. Baby's heart beat was 160 yesterday and there's plenty of punching going on, though everyone will have to take my word on that. It's a little surprising sometimes but really nice to have happen. I have a little body slammer some days - own personal mosh pit. Still glad I can do pilates and still some of the series on my stomach.
There's a whole bunch of projects we're currently evaluating at our money pit. First on record is to clean up Beca's playroom. In order to do that, I proposed to Beca that we should pack up all her Little People sets and save them for the baby and move her dolls into her room. The idea was well received until I began implementing the packing up of the Little People. "Now my little brother will have way more toys than I do." Extremely dramatic. It didn't go on too long, thankfully, as she was getting dressed in leopard print pajamas and wanted to go scare Daddy. She said she was a tiger. okey dokey. Then she smelled brownies baking ("Ummm, I think I smell some yummy brownies baking") but they wouldn't be ready until after she should be in bed and that meant another meltdown until I promised some whipped cream on her Jello. Yeah, bribery. I'm all about some of that to stop the whining. And then, she fell out of bed last night. Which she hasn't done in forever. And we just moved her bed up to the top level to give us some more storage room. Whoops! It was hard not to laugh until I got in her room and she couldn't really figure out what was going on since she sleeps like Steve. She was fine this morning.
Just one more week until we get to see the baby! Very excited to see some good ultrasound pictures!
No comments:
Post a Comment