At the baby shower last month, Allison started an official pool for Peanut. We thought we'd extend the chance to guess Peanut's sex, birth date, weight, and name to everyone who reads the blog. So, if you click on the link below, it will take you to our survey to fill out.
Click here to enter your guesses.
Please submit your entry by Friday, May 8, and we'll post the winner once Peanut gets here.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Dreams
I had an amusing Peanut dream last night. Well, amusing to me—if you are easily grossed out, you may want to skip this post.
So, in real life you can often see a Peanut foot or butt pushing against the edge of my belly. Well in my dream I could see one of Peanut’s fingers protruding. But whereas in reality these body parts look like odd bumps in the otherwise basketball-shaped belly, in my dream it was clearly a finger. And so I reached down to touch it and realized it wasn’t Peanut’s finger pushing my skin up, but Peanut’s actual finger. And then it was Peanut’s whole hand (although the size of a 3-year-old, not a newborn) and I looked down and near the wrist there was an opening in my skin! Peanut had pushed so hard its hand had come clear out of me. (Although the opening was a nice clean incision, probably a vision left in my mind from the C-section video in one of our classes.)
We often joke when Peanut is pushing really hard against the edges of its home that it thinks it can get out that way. Apparently subconsciously I think it might actually try.
So, in real life you can often see a Peanut foot or butt pushing against the edge of my belly. Well in my dream I could see one of Peanut’s fingers protruding. But whereas in reality these body parts look like odd bumps in the otherwise basketball-shaped belly, in my dream it was clearly a finger. And so I reached down to touch it and realized it wasn’t Peanut’s finger pushing my skin up, but Peanut’s actual finger. And then it was Peanut’s whole hand (although the size of a 3-year-old, not a newborn) and I looked down and near the wrist there was an opening in my skin! Peanut had pushed so hard its hand had come clear out of me. (Although the opening was a nice clean incision, probably a vision left in my mind from the C-section video in one of our classes.)
We often joke when Peanut is pushing really hard against the edges of its home that it thinks it can get out that way. Apparently subconsciously I think it might actually try.
Odds and Ends
A few notes as we anxiously await the turn of the calendar to May ...
- It is absolutely hilarious to hear people who want nothing to do with kids use the pregnancy lingo flawlessly. Two of our friends in the last week have nonchalantly asked whether the baby has dropped yet, a term they learned from another pregnant friend.
- Your attempts to find out the gender are pretty obvious and ham-fisted. You're not nearly as witty as you think. You know who you are.
- We learned at childcare class that you should never tie a pacifier around a baby's neck. Good tip. Guess I should put away the twine.
- As anxious as we are, looking back to last fall, we're definitely getting close. And we're now up to weekly doctor's appointments! We're slowly but surely closing in on the end of the beginning.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
They Grow Up So Fast
The doctor estimated today that Peanut currently weighs around 6 pounds. (They can only ballpark unless they do a sonogram, but that is good enough for us.) 6lbs seems so big! It wasn't long ago that we were comparing Peanut's size to small pieces of fruit--is there even a 6lb fruit?
Monday, April 27, 2009
Back to the Grind
Stacy has left and we are back to the daily grind. In January I set what I thought were overly-ambitious goals for the semester and had promised myself that if I somehow managed to meet them, I could then focus on drooling over baby clothes and relaxing until Peanut’s arrival. And when I volunteered to present at the last workshop meeting of the semester (and therefore gave myself a deadline of last week for the final component of my goals), Stacy’s visit was supposed to be the beginning of my break. Well, the best laid plans . . . and so her visit was instead only a brief respite. It now looks like even a February defense isn’t an option (stupid Hopkins bizarre rules), and so I’ve lost another two months and will have to defend in December, which means finishing my dissertation by Thanksgiving. And so, despite the fact that I already drafted three chapters and revised an article this semester, I started drafting another chapter tonight. Gah!!!!!!! (This is where Joe would say, “Tell us how you really feel.”)
Okay, I am now officially done complaining, and will focus on happier things instead.
While Stacy was here we added a few more touches to the nursery. We put up the Noah’s Ark picture we bought at the flea market. And we hung a hammock on the wall above the dresser/changing table for all of the stuffed animals I wasn’t sure what to do with. I had contemplated putting up a shelf for them, but decided that with a hammock Peanut would have something to look at during diaper changes. I’m not sure how interesting animal butts will be, but they have to be more interesting than the underside of a shelf.
We also went out shopping for a bunch of the practical things that we should just have stocked—like diaper cream, baby Tylenol, etc.—and ran a bunch of other uber-practical errands that I had been putting off either because of work or because I just didn’t want to deal with them. And, in things completely unrelated to Peanut, we spent a lot of time talking, playing games, watching Full House, and having root beer floats. It was phenomenal!
Okay, I am now officially done complaining, and will focus on happier things instead.
While Stacy was here we added a few more touches to the nursery. We put up the Noah’s Ark picture we bought at the flea market. And we hung a hammock on the wall above the dresser/changing table for all of the stuffed animals I wasn’t sure what to do with. I had contemplated putting up a shelf for them, but decided that with a hammock Peanut would have something to look at during diaper changes. I’m not sure how interesting animal butts will be, but they have to be more interesting than the underside of a shelf.
We also went out shopping for a bunch of the practical things that we should just have stocked—like diaper cream, baby Tylenol, etc.—and ran a bunch of other uber-practical errands that I had been putting off either because of work or because I just didn’t want to deal with them. And, in things completely unrelated to Peanut, we spent a lot of time talking, playing games, watching Full House, and having root beer floats. It was phenomenal!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
A Taste of Summer
As is fitting for a day with a high in the 80s, we spent the morning at a yard sale and the evening at a baseball game. It was great!
Some friends of ours were in charge of organizing the flea market and classic car show at church this weekend, so we had promised them we would stop by. And of course we came home with a few bags of stuff. I had forgotten how much I love yard sales! Given my general love of bargains and my inability to pass up baby stuff, I was actually quite restrained. We got a few toys (a toy mailbox in honor of Joe’s work on the post office and an old-school ring stacker and phone like we had growing up), a dozen or so books, and a Noah’s Ark framed picture to add to the nursery. AND my favorite purchase, a Radio Flyer rocking horse! At a whopping $6 it cost as much as all the toys and books combined, but it is in almost-perfect condition and had to be one of the cutest things I’ve seen. And, really, $6??? I promise to post a picture tomorrow (I would go take one now, but Joe and Stacy are both sleeping, so the flash is a bad idea).
The Orioles game was a lot of fun, especially after they stopped giving away solo homeruns like it was the day’s free gift. Peanut got a little agitated during the bottom of the ninth when the crowd was going wild as the Orioles mounted a comeback, but calmed down pretty quickly once the noise died down. Somehow I don’t think we’re going to have a baby who sleeps through much. The only downside--there were so many people there that I didn't get the purple Os hat they were giving away. :(
Some friends of ours were in charge of organizing the flea market and classic car show at church this weekend, so we had promised them we would stop by. And of course we came home with a few bags of stuff. I had forgotten how much I love yard sales! Given my general love of bargains and my inability to pass up baby stuff, I was actually quite restrained. We got a few toys (a toy mailbox in honor of Joe’s work on the post office and an old-school ring stacker and phone like we had growing up), a dozen or so books, and a Noah’s Ark framed picture to add to the nursery. AND my favorite purchase, a Radio Flyer rocking horse! At a whopping $6 it cost as much as all the toys and books combined, but it is in almost-perfect condition and had to be one of the cutest things I’ve seen. And, really, $6??? I promise to post a picture tomorrow (I would go take one now, but Joe and Stacy are both sleeping, so the flash is a bad idea).
The Orioles game was a lot of fun, especially after they stopped giving away solo homeruns like it was the day’s free gift. Peanut got a little agitated during the bottom of the ninth when the crowd was going wild as the Orioles mounted a comeback, but calmed down pretty quickly once the noise died down. Somehow I don’t think we’re going to have a baby who sleeps through much. The only downside--there were so many people there that I didn't get the purple Os hat they were giving away. :(
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