So there have been a few things that have changed, been updated, or otherwise happened since we last spoke. First of all, we have a name: Emsley Bryn (Emmy, Emmie, Emi, Emme - it's being debated - for short). Emsley is of British origin, and means "Gift from God," which seems appropriate for our current situation. We had been debating between "Cora Bryn" and "Selah Bryn," and for the last four months debated on which one. So we decided that neither would do, and are going with Emmy. Things are starting to feel more real now.
Kami is now about 30 weeks pregnant where the baby, according to BabyCenter, is approximately the weight of a Chinese Cabbage, as if anyone has any idea how much that weighs. They may as well have said "Your baby weighs as much as a Leprechaun's Knapsack!" Or, "Your little wonder is approximately the weight of four Hinklewinks!" I'm pulling for a July 4th birthday, for obvious reasons, but if it's July 10th, that's the All-Star Game. I'm not sure why I'm jazzed up about that possibility, but I am. Basically, we're looking at Emmy coming along at any point from 6-10 weeks. Which is not long. Pardon while I go breathe into a paper bag.
Anyhow, Kami had that three-hour blood sugar test to see if she had the "Gestashul Di-beetus" (as I recently heard it named), and it came back normal, so no risk of...whatever that guy thought it was. Also, Kami will be heading to Waco/Dallas on Thursday for the weekend, so I'm off to Atlanta on Friday to hang out with my cousin. Once Kami gets back, we're pretty much tethered to Nashville until, I don't know, 2014. At our last doctor's appointment, Emmy's heart was ticking like an Avett Brothers song:
And Kami's blood pressure was absolutely perfect. The Good Doctor does want to see her just before she goes to Dallas, and then it's seeing that dude every two weeks until El Dia Grande. In other positive news, we paid him off. Dr. Smallwood officially received $2067.40 from us, so now we can actually take her home when she does decide to show up, instead of just visiting her in his office between 2:30 and 3:15pm on Thursdays, until he got his green.
Things are moving along quite quickly. This weekend is, depressingly, almost over; then it's our respective out-of-state trips next weekend; then it's Birthing Class weekend; then Lanie - the little girl that Kami takes care of - has her dance recital. Memorial Day Weekend we're planning a Babymoon, and then it's June. I was told by El Jefe at The Hermitage that pregnancy is like being on a speeding train, from which you cannot actually slow down, or disembark. I'm starting to see his point.
Housing update: There are some other factors at work, but it looks as though we're going to stay put in our apartment for the time being. After thinking about it, there just may be such a thing as Too Much Change, and to have a baby and buy a house at the same time seems like somewhat of a bad idea. At this point, we simply don't know what our expenses will be with Emmy, so we don't want to even deal with the possibility of getting $500'd and $1000'd to death while still figuring out how this whole Baby Thing works. I bet she's expensive. There's a chance my brother-in-law will move out, at which point we'll have the room for a nursery (and some extra storage space). So everything will be fine. It may make me a bad grandson, but at least I'll feel like a responsible husband/father.
Speaking of expensive, we got about 80% of our baby registry done on this fine day. So if you're so inclined, since my Daddy Registry List was met with thundering indifference, you can buy things at either Target or Babies R Us. There will be a registry at Giggle.com, as well, but we'll fix that tomorrow. Five hours of scanning things was quite enough, thank you very much.
I can't tell you how wonderful Kami is. If you'll allow me to get personal - something I do not enjoy doing - for a moment, I was not expecting my first emotional breakdown since finding out Kami was pregnant to begin with to come in the pacifier section at Target. She's the love and light of my life, and I cannot imagine doing anything without her. There's no way I could be with someone else for nine years - most everyone else camps out and sings Kum Ba Yah on my nerves well before nine years have passed.
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