The Simple Wife

As of today, the current baby of the family is my little sister, Rachel, but, as my growing tummy, perpetually needing to be emptied bladder, and gigantic feet indicate, she is about to have to pass on the crown which she has worn for the last 20 years (but don’t worry too much, Rae, you’ll always be mom and dad’s baby). It’s nice have a baby trump card to play. I was busy working on a top-secret project yesterday and needed some pictures from Rachel (if I need anything from Promise way far away in Papua New Guinea I simply email her and ask and voila! in her next email to me–there it is!) It takes longer to get things from Rachel (I’m not blaming her, because I’m the same way), but in order to keep the situation from becoming urgent, I went ahead and casually mentioned to her over the phone that I had a lot of pictures of just Promise and I, but most of the ones I had of her were with the three of us, so unless she didn’t want any pictures of “just her” in the project, she had better send them quickly. What do you know? No sooner did I say that, but she had gone to her laptop and began firing pictures of herself my way. Such is the nature of “the baby” that I actually had to convince her that I did NOT need pictures of her entire last semester of school and every trip she’s been on in the last year.

Anyway, Rachel came out and stayed with David and I for a week after she got out of school and we had so much fun together! I’m not sure if we get along better now because we’re older, or if its because we don’t live together anymore, but whatever the reason, she’s one of my best girlfriends and a ton of fun, so I thought I’d put up some of the pictures she sent of us having fun.

–UPDATE–

Okay, so I can’t figure out how to put pictures on this blog…that will have to wait until my ultra-technological husband can help me. In the meantime, you can just go to my Facebook account and see the pictures there.

Since my little Robbie has the hiccups right now (making it hard not to think of him), I thought I’d write a quick update of what’s going on with he and I.

As of my last doctor’s visit, I weigh in at 157–believe it or not, I was actually thrilled that I finally seem to be tapering off, having only gained THREE pounds since my last doctor’s visit. In spite of many kind predictions from people who believe this baby will be “big like his daddy!” (it’s going to be disappointing if he only weighs six pounds…), I’m hoping that some of this weight is retained water. Yes, I have started swelling, and while it is still rather interesting to me, it’s becoming more and more annoying. My feet look like soda cans and my toes like vienna sausages. Gone are the happy days of aimlessly wandering through stores, just blissfully strolling along. Nope! Now all I have to do is make a quick trip to Wal*Mart for groceries, and before I’m done I feel like my ankles are going to explode. David now enjoys going for walks to get exercise, because I am no longer charging along urging him to pick up the pace. I now toddle breathlessly behind him as he saunters along.

Yesterday we bought a mattress for Robbie’s crib. Now all we need is some sheets and it’s ready for the baby! I’ve been talking to Robbie lately just to remind him that in just four more weeks we’ll hit the 37 week mark and he can arrive safely without being premature. His daddy keeps telling him to stay in until he’s ready, but whatever…he’s not the one with a precious baby hicupping inside him.

Speaking of my baby’s daddy, he is still the most wonderful husband in the world, and is so incredibly patient and sweet with me as we work through this whole pregnancy thing. Whenever I’m feeling too hot (and I mean in an our-a/c-is-not-working-again, not an amorous way), tired, and swollen to cook dinner, he’ll tell me to go sit in my rocker while he takes care of everything. He’s also very good at giving foot massages, humoring a cranky wife, and so amazingly wonderful that I don’t know what I did to deserve him.

One last thing before I go…I’m not sure if I’ve had any food cravings yet, but I am becoming very obsessed with Mexican food and chocolate. I’m not sure if that has anything to do with the baby or not, because I’ve always loved those foods, but I do desire them much more now…I can’t get enough burritos, tacos, or quesadillas. I have added one new food to regular inventory in my quest to give Robbie a taste for healthy food–tomatoes! A couple trips ago at Wal*Mart I noticed the tomatoes and they suddenly looked rather appealing for the first time in my life, so I added them to the rest of my groceries. Now I have begun eating them and been enlightened to find that they are not nearly as bad I used to think they were. This is probably the first time in my entire marriage that I’ve bought tomatoes since up till now, neither my husband nor I liked them…so, maybe that’s a craving?

Until next time!