Well we're getting down to the nitty gritty now. I had my last appointment with my family doctor yesterday. From now on all my prenatal care will be from my OB/GYN. Which is good because I love her (love my family doc too) but sucks because her office is all the way downtown where as my family doc is located much closer. My family doc was on holidays so I saw her replacement who was very nice as well. She checked me out and told me that the baby is head down and floating. When I briefly explained what had happened with Abby and the doctor's thinking she was head down when she hadn't been, well she was kind enough to check me again. She says she's pretty certain this baby is head down. Let's all pray that they're right this time. Other than that everything else looks good.
I have to say I'm hoping this kid doesn't take too long in making an appearance. I'm pretty sure my stomach can't expand any more. I'm tired of people asking me if I'm having twins. I've outgrown my maternity overalls. How sick is that? I am down to one pair of pants that I can comfortably wear outside of this house. So if you stop by you're likely to find me in my jammies. Those I still fit into so I like to keep my one "good outfit" for actually venturing outside of the house.
Mike has been working like a mad man around here these last few days. Even though Abby has moved into her new bedroom (and is loving it) there was still a few little jobs that needed taking care of. The window trim is now up. The door trim us up around the closet. Mike and his Dad hung her new bedroom door last night. Always a pain in the ass job in older homes like ours. I remember Mike's dad wrestling with the new door for the nursery forever before he finally got it to fit. Last night was no exception. To further complicate things Miss Abby was upstairs insisting on "helping". To top things off Michael happened to knock of my my collector's plates off the wall in the hallway and smash it to bits. I think he was expecting me to be more annoyed than I was, but what are you going to do? So now all he has left is some painting to do on her new door. As for her closet, well it's there, but with no door or clothes rod, but we both agree that that's a project that can wait for the time being. I know he's anxious to get the crib rebuilt. He told me on the way home this afternoon that he was going to give himself a break tonight, but he headed upstairs not long after we got home, came down for dinner and now he's back up there again. Abby's off to bed soon so I'm sure he'll call it quits then.
Well the great name debate has taken a turn for the worse. After agreeing to Emma just last week Michael informed me last night that he won't be able to name our child Emma if it happens to be a girl. He thinks it sounds boring and doesn't "go" with Abby. So Emma is now completely off the table. It still leaves us with Jenna, but I'm not 100% sold on that one myself. Mike really likes Melissa which is nice, but as I pointed out Melissa would likely become Mel and we already have a Mel in the family. Now he's pushing for Megan. He's even got Abby saying if it's a sister she wants to name her Megan. Which is a thankful change from Baby Jesus I must admit, but I'm not sure about that either. So we continue to discuss. Mike's refusing to go to the hospital without a name picked out so maybe if I hold out long enough he'll just give in. I told him we could just make it easy and name this one Abby too, you know like George Foreman and his 5 Georges. At least we both like Abby. So far he's not going for it. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
Abby just crawled out here on all fours telling me she's a puppy named Lila. On that note I think I'll call it a night.
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