This week was the Lumberjack’s birthday! In a fit of domestic bliss, I baked my first cake (from scratch). I was even barefoot while doing it. This was not necessarily the future I would have guessed for myself a decade ago. One of our best friends shares a birthday with him, so we had a joint birthday picnic. We ended up staying there for 7 hours and hosting way more people than expected, so my Saturday evening = me on the couch, totally beat. Operation Pregnant Wife was a success. Look how cute they are.
In baby news, he has gone CRAZY with the kick-boxing. The other day I could barely concentrate at work (to be fair, I was sitting in on the world’s most boring interview ever) because I kept staring at my stomach, watching it MOVE FROM WITHIN. He still only wants to hang out on my right side, though, which is starting to make me look a little lopsided. I like the dependability though, always knowing exactly where he is.
I’m still gaining about a pound a week. My knees are definitely feeling the difference. At a friend’s house last weekend we had a bonfire and wrote down things we wanted to shed on pieces of paper, then burned them. One of mine was “fear of 200” because I need to get over my vain issues with hitting 200lbs. My friends immediately did the whole “oh, you won’t weigh that much!” and “don’t worry, you look amazing!” etc. I said “I…weigh 199.5 right now. THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN.” I keep reminding myself that the pounds are for the baby, and that it’s healthy and normal to gain weight, and blah blah blah 200 is just an arbitrary number. I know. I know! Still. 200 is so daunting. I am working on it.
We’ve come up with a few more names for the list – we now have 5 top picks. I don’t want to pick a final name until I see his little face, but it’s nice to have a few ideas to work with. My parents still dislike everything we’ve come up with.
On Monday I fly off to Jacksonville (Florida), where I will live out of a hotel for 2 weeks while training 8am-4pm every day. Can you sense my enthusiasm? I tried to convince the Lumberjack to come visit me over the weekend. He said “…in Florida?!” and then didn’t stop laughing. So, technically, he didn’t say no.