Welcome to the hectic lives of Clara, David and Baby Perry. We are packing and moving and vacationing and hosting diving meets all in the next two weeks. There is a pull in the carpet of our new home, which the sellers just found yesterday. It has caused stress and I hope they fix or replace it. They are nice people, so I trust that they will.
We had an ultrasound on Monday. I say "we" because Dad, David and Janis all went and experienced another round of me and a bunch of belly gel laying on a gurney. I guess it's not a time to be shy, but that little towel they give you as coverage doesn't cover anything.
What we found out was that Baby Perry is now 2.3 pounds and is on a perfectly normal track to come out in August. It seems this is a normal size to be now and she should be a normally sized baby when she arrives. Hopefully that equates to 6 pounds and under. Regardless, we were all pleased that I hadn't messed up the kid yet with all the stress and Mexican food and chlorine from the pool. Kudos to myself, I say. For some reason I am surprised each and every time the kid shows up on the monitor, like she had fizzled away or something since the last visit. I wish her mommy had only gained 2.3 pounds, but clearly, I am looking like the Michelin man bounding over tires and Detroit. That makes me sad for people who are this large normally (and I am no petite chicken, either). But I just don't see how they sleep or sit or do anything that involves comfort.
Our neighbors on the other side left town last weekend and asked us to pick up their boxes, as they were going to be married and receiving gifts. Apparently that meant Crate and Barrel delivered their warehouse to their front door. Between their boxes and ours, we looked like a UPS shipping facility. They came back to retrieve said boxes and when I asked when they were getting married, they indicated that they just did - that's where they were. Oh. Oops. Congratulations? Now they are headed off for their honeymoon and asked us to pick up more boxes. I checked out their registry, they have some good friends, and will have a lot of things to stuff into their 5x8 kitchen.
I was reminded of our own honeymoon just a year ago. The highlight of my life. Not graduation or being born. Nope, my highlight was sitting on a beach in the Caribbean having Jose and Miguel bring me drinks while I got dark and crispy on the outside. I miss those 6 glorious days. Fast forward to me being pregnant, waddling in a pool with no A/C and not being able to tan or drink at all. On the other hand, I now fully appreciate the idea of a "push present." There should be a 9 month, this kinda sucks present too, because heartburn and swollen appendages and peeing your pants every once in a while when you smile is NOT REAL COOL.
No, but really. I am performing a miracle in front of David's very eyes and it should be noted that we are excited for the little one to come. I hope that this every two hours need to eat thing doesn't last long, because I really would like to sleep.
Baby Perry, we love you and will finalize your name soon. David wants to tell people who you are. I want you to make a name for yourself, not literally, but when you come out. Kinda like Kate Middleton. Wouldn't that be nice?
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