HAPPY
BIRTHDAY, DADDY! Our beloved father-to-be turned the big 2-6 this week. In
keeping with years past, the poor guy had a midterm exam to study for; but Baby
and I tried to make the day special by cooking his favorite homemade meal (ribs
and cheesy potatoes), making a batch of brandy-less slush, baking a cake,
picking up some Gille’s frozen custard, and buying the new Superman movie to
watch during his study break over dinner. Don’t worry, Tom – someday you’ll be
done with school/training and we’ll be able to celebrate your birthday
properly. Even if it’s not till you’re 35 ;)
After the
hubby’s birthday week, I had quite the productive weekend. Caught up with some
friends over mocktails/appetizers on Friday, made a trip to Fond du Lac for my
first bridesmaid’s dress fitting on Saturday (yes, I’m going to be a ginormous
8.5 month pregnant bridesmaid this month), and got all of my Christmas/wedding/birthday
shopping done on Sunday. A long day of running errands in holiday crowds made
for one exhausted, achy pregnant lady; but the relief of being done shopping
was well worth it.
This week
Baby is about the size of a pineapple: just over 4 pounds heavy and 17 inches
long. She is filling out quickly and her skeleton is hardening. At my last prenatal
appointment, Little Leschke was measuring at 35 weeks – about 2 weeks ahead of
schedule. And according to the full report from my fetal growth ultrasound,
Baby’s estimated date of delivery is actually January 29th. While
it’s only 5 days earlier than my official due date, a January baby feels so
much closer than a February one! Knowing she could come next month is both
thrilling and terrifying.
At least
we can take comfort in knowing that we graduated birthing class! On our last
day of the course, we learned all about newborn care (i.e. changing
diapers, giving baths, swaddling, taking temperatures, feeding, etc.). Here’s
to hoping we 1) remember what we learned, and 2) can perform the tasks on a
squirming infant as adequately as on the inert doll we practiced with. Which
reminds me, Tom and I just so happened to end up with the largest newborn doll
in the room: a 10-pounder. Foreshadowing? I hope not. But probably.
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