New Year

I’m back. I didn’t fall in a hole or off a cliff or lose my mind or anything of the sort. Adam had a delightful four-week vacation from school. (He’s working on his Mechanical Engineering degree — starting at Midlands Technical College and eventually transferring to the University of South Carolina.) We warded off friends and family alike in an attempt to start preparing ourselves for the baby. We cleaned out our storage space, cleaned out every cabinet, closet and drawer in the house, rearranged furniture, bolted bookshelves and other easily climbable and toppable things to the wall, washed walls… We even took time to register at Babies R Us and Target.  The time together was delightful, and it felt good to get that ol’ proverbial ball rolling. Too often we’re distracted by other things and neglect things we need to do for ourselves. I’m sure there’s quite a few people irritated by our disappearing act, but it was best for us. Now, we feel better prepared for the baby and won’t have to deal with a lot of this leg work while Adam’s in school.

We had our “big” ultrasound last week. How amazing, breathtaking, awe-inspiring… Our baby is now close to 10 ounces, and about the length of a banana. Yet, we could see his kidneys, his spine, his ribs, all four chambers of his heart beating, details in his brain, his fingers and toes. And, yes, I’m saying his because we saw his winkie, too! Everything in the ultrasound looked normal, and we see the OB again this Friday.

Adam and I have begun discussing names. The baby will have Adam’s last name, and we’ve settled on Louis as the middle name. My great-grandfather was named Louis, and Adam’s grandfather was also named Louis.  The first name we’re still debating. What do you think?

My pregnancy is becoming easier in some ways, more difficult in others. I’m not nearly as nauseaus or tired, but getting up, down and around is proving harder. Regardless, I’m trying to enjoy every minute of it as much as I can.

Adam is just amazing. He’s entertained crack-of-dawn trips to Bojangle’s for country ham and egg biscuits and late night runs to the convenience store for strawberry ice cream and Fritos. He’s gotten up in the middle of the night to refill my glass, check on me, rub my back. He’s helped move everything around in the house. And while he should do all of these things, he’s done them with no complaints and without even really having to be asked. I say, “Mmmm… a biscuit would be good.” And before I know what’s happening he’s dressed and out the door. He even makes me laugh during hormonal crying fits. Lol. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. I can’t wait to see him in his new role as daddy. Granted, I saw his with his 13-year-old son, Teddy, this past summer. But that’s different than the daily ins and outs of a baby. I think he’s going to be great. I think we both are.

Well, as much I could sit here and wax poetic about my great little life all day, I am horribly behind on e-mails, Web site updates and other daily life stuff.  I’ll write again soon! Happy new year!