Thursday, December 22nd, 2011
He's the size of a Cantaloupe
Had my doctor appointment today. Not much to report, except that Little Leroy has his foot in his mouth. Literally. He’s a contortionist with his toes jammed up against his mouth and a hand behind his neck. And judging from his constant movement, he’s an acrobat too. He never sits still.
They estimate his weight to be 5 pounds, 11 ounces. So I’m on target to have around an 8-8 1/2 pound baby. I seriously don’t know how my stomach is going to stretch much more. I am really feeling the weight of this pregnancy. And the exhaustion. This is like the final stretch of a marathon–but one that as soon as you finish, you dive into a triathlon. It’s hard to know what to wish for: not being pregnant anymore or a few more precious weeks of decent sleep sans burp clothes and feedings.
I wish I could scan in the ultrasound picture, as it’s in 4-D and really pretty cool. But our scanner doesn’t work.
This may be the most uninteresting blog I’ve ever written. But I feel like a bowling ball and it’s the best I can do. Will post a pic of my huge belly later. Cheers.
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Monday, October 3rd, 2011
It's Not Perfect, But We Can Caulk
Last week I wrote about my high “skeeve out” factor when it comes to bathrooms and kitchens. Phil found an amazing house in LA but I was freaked out that the bathrooms weren’t new. I had him and the realtor go back and take close up pictures of the tile, grout, caulking, etc. Between the two of them, I received 25 still pictures and 18 videos. Am I demanding? Yes. But I’m pregnant. I said that I was going to get all I could out of Little Leroy while still in my belly. And I am. If I weren’t pregnant, I think instead of a lease, Phil might have handed me divorce papers. But he knows that right now, and right after this baby comes, a happy Jill = a happy family.
And guess what? I’M HAPPY! We settled on the house. A 1920′s English cottage. Super cozy, yet spacious. Impeccably furnished and it oozes character and history. So I can put off pretending to be a suburbs person in a McMansion sans personality for the time being (that was the other house we were looking at). And I think the sinks and caulking look fine. If not, his dad can tweak it when he visits.
As for the move, well, I guess we’re leaving in about two and a half weeks. We just found a tenant to sublet our NYC pad. All this happened in the last 2 days, so we haven’t even figured out an exact moving date yet. We haven’t booked flights. I haven’t gotten Wayne Sanchez his travel papers. It must be the good pregnancy hormones, because without Xanax/Ambien, I should be freaking the f–k out. But instead, I feel calm. I made a list. I have a plan. It will all get done.
In the meantime, here are a few pics of our new digs. So excited!
The Living Room--With a Grand Piano!
We Have a Yard!! What a Treat!
I Can't Believe I'll Have an Office!
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