Sick mama and lots of baby hiccups. How did I manage to get both a nasty cold and the stomach flu in the same week? However, I can now confirm that pregnancy sickness and gastroenteritis do not quite feel identical.
We've decided that the small, rhythmic movements that have been happening lately aren't a sign of percussion practice but rather baby hiccups. She also seems to be more active overall--although that could be simply the contrast created by almost a week in bed. I foresee lots of bouncing and rocking to soothe her in our future since anytime I am busy on my feet, she tends to be quiet and vice versa.
We hit another milestone last weekend with the switching of the bedrooms. With lots of parental help, the office has been largely transformed into our bedroom and the baby furniture is now ensconced in the back bedroom. There are plenty of odds and ends to put into place, including curtains and crib assembly, but it is a huge relief to have this accomplished. It looks like we'll be missing our planned babymoon this weekend (see above re: sick mama) so maybe it's time to pull out the sewing machine!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Turning 30
This was hiding in the drafts folder.
Jonathan surprised me by inviting everyone to our house for a delicious Italian dinner prepared by Camille. I was expecting a dinner out as usual and asked for an early night since I was already feeling sick and tired (happy birthday--welcome to pregnancy sickness). We headed home after work to "pick up something Jonathan had forgotten" only to discover everyone there. A special bonus was Jonathan's brother who was in town for work that week.
We already had a plan for sharing our news with the family but it was so hard not to spoil it with everyone there. Camille did a great job with the thirty candles on the cake.
We joined my family to watch the Blue Angels performance from a hilltop in Renton the following Saturday. It was a little hazy but the high altitude elements showed up well.
The show was followed by a round of truly mini golf. No windmills or Eiffel Towers here--just a tiny course complete with sand traps and water features.
Very serious business.
Or maybe not.
Jonathan surprised me by inviting everyone to our house for a delicious Italian dinner prepared by Camille. I was expecting a dinner out as usual and asked for an early night since I was already feeling sick and tired (happy birthday--welcome to pregnancy sickness). We headed home after work to "pick up something Jonathan had forgotten" only to discover everyone there. A special bonus was Jonathan's brother who was in town for work that week.
We already had a plan for sharing our news with the family but it was so hard not to spoil it with everyone there. Camille did a great job with the thirty candles on the cake.
We joined my family to watch the Blue Angels performance from a hilltop in Renton the following Saturday. It was a little hazy but the high altitude elements showed up well.
The show was followed by a round of truly mini golf. No windmills or Eiffel Towers here--just a tiny course complete with sand traps and water features.
Very serious business.
Or maybe not.
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