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We had pizza for dinner last night. We ordered from a new place that offers regular pizza and deep dish. Dave called in the order and when he asked for a large deep dish, the woman on the other end of the line said "they don't come small, medium, or large, they come 9, 18, or 27 *muffled*" so Dave said "Ummm, 18?" It turns out she wasn't talking about circumference, she was talking the number of slices. That's a lot of pizza. We made it through six. It was good.

Every once in a while, Dave becomes obsessed with keeping food warm even though ten minutes after we start dinner it's officially over, so he decided to put the pizza boxes in the oven. That was yesterday evening at approximately 6:30. It's now 3:12 the next day. Guess where the pizza is still sitting, waiting to be put in the refrigerator? We didn't realize we forgot about putting it away until we were in the car heading out for lunch. While discussing where to go, we both proclaimed how much we were looking forward to having the pizza for dinner tonight, which is when the realization hit us like a ton of bricks. We went through the usual stages of mourning, which ultimately ended in a loud argument where Dave proclaimed I was at least 50% to blame since I pulled a couple of pieces out for us, an act which involved opening the oven door and therefore gaining the knowledge that that's where the pizza boxes were being stored. Naturally I said he was 100% to blame because I've never stuck food in the oven to stay warm like that ever in my life, I would've put them on the counter or the stovetop or, most likely, in the middle of the table so I wouldn't have to waste precious energy getting out of my chair to get seconds. After we'd gotten it all out of our systems, Henry piped up from the backseat and said "Wow..." like we were the biggest idiots on the planet, which is a point I don't think either Dave or myself would contest. Also, we have to stop arguing over fast food. It's getting sad.

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Last week on Wednesday we had our 38 week ultrasound, which, technically speaking, was actually our 37 and a half week ultrasound, but who's counting at this late stage in the game? As if it matters how far along I am, because I'm pretty certain this baby's never coming out, that this is how I'll look for the rest of my life and that my only consolation is that at least such a thing as a cute maternity outfit actually exists in this world so I won't have to sacrifice what little vanity I have left. But I digress. Dave always has two questions whenever we have an ultrasound: 1) Is the baby still a girl? and 2) Is there still only one in there? The answer to Dave's questions were two emphatic "Yes!"'s. As a bonus, Chocolat is measuring smaller weight-wise than Henry was at this point, so with any luck her delivery won't be quite so, um, gruesome.

Yesterday evening I had my weekly check-up and was lucky enough to see the mid-wife who has been so good to us. The practice I go to lost one of their mid-wives last month (sadly, she was the other person I really liked)(also, to clarify, she left the practice, hopefully for brighter horizons; I just realized how gloomy it sounds to say "lost"), so the last three visits I've had to meet with Dr.'s, which is not necessarily my preference, especially this close to having Chocolat, which made it extra-nice to touch base with her again. I'm making some progress, but not tons, so it looks like right now we're on track with our due date. She also reiterated that I should definitely call her when I go into labor and she made a note on my chart that my next appointment should be with her, so I get to see her again next week. I could've hugged her.

So, that's the boring pregnancy update, which ultimately could have been summed up thusly: still pregnant; getting bigger and grumpier by the second. The end.

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The last thing Dave did last week Wednesday right before the floor sanders showed up was cut our internet cable, literally. The way it was installed when we moved in resulted in us not being able to pull it down through the floor and back into the basement, so, snip snip. While we were vacationing at Megan's house we decided to go wireless and ordered an AirPort from Apple which took a while to arrive, then it took Dave a while to find a chunk of time he could devote to repairing the cable and hook everything up. However, the stars have aligned and now we're back in action. It was a nice break away from the internet for me. I had all of this extra free time during my day and evening to do things such as: read, ponder the meaning of life, unpack, stare blankly at the ceiling from the comfort of our recliner, admire our new floors, rearrange Henry's room, bake cookies.

The Tuesday before the floor sanders showed up Dave had his tonsils taken out. A week and a half later and he's still trying to work up to a regular diet, the big prize at the end of the tunnel being a pizza night, a celebration he's been having to put off every couple of days because he's not healing as quickly as he had hoped. A word of advice to those who are thinking of getting their tonsils out as adults: don't do it a few days before you have to physically work hard at something, such as moving all of your furniture back into your house, especially if your wife is 37 weeks pregnant and utterly useless when it comes to lifting things. It'll really set back your recovery time. Especially again, if you later realize you haven't had much water, and then have a beer. Then again, I guess a little dehydration after major surgery never hurt anyone. Oh, wait, that can be bad, can't it?

Meanwhile, the important facts are:

- we're all moved back in, although still half-heartedly unpacking some boxes full of things I think we'd rather stuff in the attic and forget about, regardless of how useful the items contained therein are;
- the house looks great;
- Dave is still alive.

We're *so* ready for this baby.

(Hah!)

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Our first floor is all packed up and has been temporarily deposited in either the garage or the basement. I'm somewhat surprised we ("we" being mostly Dave) managed to get it done. As a couple, we have come to terms with our mutual tendency to procrastinate and have figured out ways to trick ourselves into action. Both Saturday and Sunday at 5PM we had dinner plans which gave us all the incentive we needed to get things done during the day. If we hadn't had those deadlines, we'd still be screwing around trying to pack stuff up. Fortunately Saturday's was at someone's else's house because it was the day we did most of the actual packing and man were we desperate for a change of scene, especially a scene that involved a house that wasn't in complete disarray. Not only were we treated to a lovely dinner, but we got to enjoy the company of a very cool little girl and her equally cool parents.

Early on Sunday we hit the point in packing where you think you're not ever going to finish unless some of the stuff starts disappearing from your view. Dave called up a friend whose family came over and helped to move most of the heavy furniture out. It perked us up considerably. At 5PM a couple of other friends came over with their kids and helped with both the final push and with mac and cheese and hamburger/hot dog/kielbasa (and cupcake, can't forget the cupcakes) consumption. Henry was thrilled to see his friends because with the exception of those three hours yesterday evening, Sunday can probably be chocked up as one of the most boring days of his life thus far. Things will be looking up for him this week though because we're moving into Megan's house as soon as the sanders hit the floor. I mentioned to Henry yesterday that we were going to be spending a few nights with her and so when we arrived at her house today to hang out and beg lunch off of her, Henry asked if we were going to be staying for a "very long visit starting right now". She should be very afraid.

Also, because I'm an awesome parent and the one who reigns me in isn't home right now, I'm pretty sure Henry and I just had snickerdoodles for dinner. Perfect fare for one who has gestational diabetes. Not feeling guilty in the least.

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On Wednesday we're having the wood floors on the first floor of our house refinished. I shouldn't say Wednesday. I should say Wed-Fri. Really, Wed-Sun., Sunday being the day we can move all of our furniture back in. It's a drag having to pack everything up and cram it into the garage, especially when there's no moving truck coming to take all of our stuff away to brighter horizons, horizons that would ideally involve quahogs, the distinctive smell of low-tide in a shallow harbor, and a boat or two. I feel particularly bad for Dave because I'm running on extremely low stamina and can only manage a couple of trips up and down the stairs before I'm ready for a five hour nap. The living room and dining room are pretty much all done, all that's left is the dreaded back room, the room where things go to die, or at least where they get stuffed into dark corners to be dealt with at a later date. Unfortunately later is now, and Dave has been chipping away at it all day. He doesn't feel like he's made much progress, but it's definitely getting close. A few years ago we decided to put most of our books into storage until we could figure out a way to get them out again without having them take up all of the living space in our tiny house that they were taking up. In that time we've managed to amass yet another impressive collection which has spilled out of our bookcase and onto the floor where it is stacked in two precarious piles plus a couple of large paper bags. I'm complaining about the books because I'm glaring at them right now and am dreading packing them all up. Although I originally eschewed the notion of the Kindle because there's nothing like curling up in bed and relaxing at the end of a long day while juggling an awkwardly-sized book that almost broke your nose last time you fell asleep mid-sentence, it would be nice to have a lot of books contained within 8"X5.3" worth of space. There. I said it. I am ashamed. So anyway, we have a lot of books to pack. And bills. And other silly stuff. And we're not even moving. It's a drag. But it'll also be worth it. The floors are going to look spectacular.

Meanwhile, I was on Loobylu and she has a link to a totally cute video that I thought I'd also share because it made me happy. Happy, that is, until I looked up and saw all of the books again.

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This morning was one of those mornings. Playgroup was held at a house with a pool. Henry was all excited. Then we got there and he was extremely timid. Then he and I proceeded to get extremely irritated with each other, him with me because I was trying to get him into the water, me with him because he was being so stubborn about not doing it. I carried him around with me briefly in the water when we first arrived thinking that if he could just get past the first hurdle in his brain he'd be a bit more adventurous, but alas, it didn't work. He really needs the kid pool at the community pool which starts off at 0" and works its way up to just over three feet. The gradual deepening of the water is much better suited to his personality. Either that or he already has major trust issues with me.

After playgroup we swung by the University to pick up Dave, head home for some lunch, then head to the local amusement park. I warned him that we weren't in a good mood. It became evident pretty quickly exactly how much of a bad mood we were in, what with all the whining and bickering that Henry and I were doing. I was surprised that he hung in there, that he didn't bust a Dave-shaped hole through the wall of our house to get out as quickly as possible. Instead we all piled into the car and hit the road. Frankly that outing was just what we needed. We all came home much happier, full of frozen yogurt, sprinkles, sno-balls, and caramel apples, and with a brighter outlook on life in general.

Right now, Henry is in bed dreaming of lightning bugs, bounce houses, and ball pits, and I'm off to pop an allergy pill and settle onto the couch to watch a few episodes of "Weeds". Perfect end to what turned out to be a pretty good day.

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I just spent a small fortune on nursing bras and tanks and shirts. Fortunately I had some money left over on a gift card as well as a 20% off coupon, so I also saved a small fortune. Now that we've got the experience of one baby under our belts, we have a clearer idea of things we need and things we don't need. With Henry, nursing gear wasn't anywhere on my radar until after he was born and I was settled on our couch at home, ensconced within the confines of a Boppy pillow, fumbling with my shirts and tanks while still trying to maintain a modicum of grace. I ended up with a Walmart nursing bra that was nice in theory but miserable in practice, with a special ability to make a girl feel rather dumpy. I have vowed to myself that things to that end would be a lot more comfortable this time around. And, if at all possible, maybe a little more chic. Hence the small fortune. On the one hand it slightly kills me to spend money on that sort of thing when there are all sorts of other practical items out there calling my name, such as espadrilles, but on the other hand, we don't have much of anything else to buy because, with the exception of a stroller that actually strolls and size medium/large G-diaper inserts, we seem to have everything we need. It's nice to put that in writing. It makes me feel like perhaps we do have everything somewhat in order. Hah!

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I think I should probably participate in NaBloPoMo just to get me back on track with my blogging, because obviously I've fallen off the wagon. I'd like to say we've been busy, but mostly I've been working very hard at trying to nap.

We spent last weekend in Virginia. Dave's parents hosted a family reunion. It was a lot of fun. I shudder to think what the scale is going to say at my next Doctor's appointment. Henry met a lot of family he didn't know he had. On Saturday night while I was putting him to bed he asked what "Grandma and Grandpa and all of his friends were doing upstairs". It was nice to be the only kid in attendance and therefore frequently the center of attention. By the time we had packed up the car to head home on Monday, Henry had worked himself up into quite the case of smitten-ness with one of Dave's Aunts. I sense a trip to Texas to visit with her will be taking place sometime in the near future.

On Tuesday the electricians showed up and spent the next two days installing the central A/C as well as our new heat pump. Henry and I hung around the homefront so that someone was here while they were working. Unfortunately it was rainy both days which meant we were stuck inside with not much to do, so by Wednesday night, although Henry seemed perfectly content, I was losing my mind. On one of those two days I recall asking Dave to take Henry out for dinner so I could have a little peace and quiet. I think I took a shower. I think it was maybe glorious. Meanwhile, everything has been installed and is running beautifully, but unfortunately we've hit a snag with getting our old oil tank out. We have no idea how they got it in, but it appears to be impossible to get out. Something about the height of the tank and the angle of our stairs combined with a wood beam in our basement, etc. etc. Our heating guy really wants it and despite giving it the old college try again on Thursday afternoon, he hasn't given up hope.

Right now Dave is eating leftovers we came home with last night from a birthday party we went to and frankly it smells so good I have no choice but to go and partake myself.

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