Do you think the title of this post is some sort of cosmic first? I mean, have those words EVER been paired before? And so cavalierly? I guess maybe they have come accidentally stumbling from someone’s lips in a conversation I can’t really imagine? But typed out and previewed then published the whole interwebs to see, has it ever before been done?
These are the things I wonder about.
And the things you wonder about, if I am correctly interpreting comments/emails/tweets from my friends and readers (who are friends I just haven’t met yet), are 1. How is the upstairs coming along? 2. WE WANT TO SEE THE BABY BUMP AGAIN. 3. What the what happened to the daily photo?
Am I right?
Well, am I?
Ok, so backwards, let’s begin:
3. O My Everyday is alive and strong. For the first, maybe 45 days of the year I was posting a picture from my phone or otherwise from that day as I was about to turn off my light for the night. Then I realized that the process of doing that was 5 minutes or so everyday, but if I grouped up 3 or so days at a time, it was still only 5 minutes. I now post a daily picture from almost everyday (I think I’ve missed 4 days this year?) but I am usually doing them a few days behind in a chunk. I love you dearly, but those saved 15-20 minutes are worth 3-4 days delay in my book. I’m sure you understand. And if I ever dare get nearly a week behind again, you and ‘Anonimous‘ can get on the line together and exchange gripes about me, m’kay?
2. The gummybump at 35 weeks 2 days:
2.a. My placenta. No, I didn’t list my placenta in things you might be wondering about, but it’s my blog and I’ll mention it if I want to.
I transferred my prenatal care to the midwives that staff a birth center near our house because we hope to deliver there. (I am completely and utterly stoked about this, by the way!) Along with transferring my care came transferring my records. My new midwife was looking over said records when she noticed something about our 20 week ultrasound.
“Did they tell you you have a low-lying placenta?”
“Uhm? A what?”
She went on to tell me that the ultrasound had measured my placenta as being attached to my uterus just barely over a centimeter away from my cervix. They like to see 3cm or more. If the placenta attaches too close or ON the cervix, called placenta previa, it can lead to bleeding during labor and delivery and is dangerous for mama and baby. But also, the spot where it attaches usually migrates away from the cervix over the course of a normal pregnancy.
SO! The point is that we are having another ultrasound tomorrow to measure the current distance between the cervix and the placental attachment. I am hopeful that it will have moved up and we can carry on with a low-risk pregnancy. I am also more than a wee bit irked that no one at my previous practice said a darn thing to me about this. Think of all that precious lost time I could have been catching you guys up on the whereabouts of my placenta as it related to my cervix! Cervix, cervix, cervix! So many lost opportunities to use anatomical terms on my blog.
Alas, it is probably better that I didn’t have those 15 weeks to worry about it. Tomorrow will tell.
3. Sheetrock. In a very un-DanO like move we have decided to, get this, pay someone else to do something on our house. Literally unheard of around here (except the roof, but really that was covered by insurance and who re-roofs their own house anyway?). We did the measurements and ordered the materials, then got a few bids on the labor of hanging the sheetrock on the walls and doing the mudding (covering the screw holes and making the seams smooth).
And then we hired someone.
Praise God, we hired someone else to do something 1) faster than we could do it because they have a crew 2) so that we can actually breathe. Breathing! Eating dinner together! Doing things as a family in the evening! Can you just imagine?
But first we had to get the sheetrock crane lifted into our second story front window, of course.
63 sheets of 4ft x 12ft sheetrock for walls and ceilings, 17 sheets of 3ft x 5ft cement board (for behind tile in the bathroom), and 4 50lb buckets of self-leveling concrete… for funsies.
Here the driver is getting his truck close enough to reach the arm into the window and OBaby is pretty much geeking out in Papa’s arms.
And this is a stack of sheetrock flying 20 feet over my front yard.
(Can I go home now?)
You totally thought I was kidding about the ‘in the front window’ thing, didn’t you?
The boom operator brought the sheets horizontally into the window (which we removed because we are replacing it, and well, because we needed to shove sheetrock through it) and DanO, his dad, and two of our very favorite missionary friends slid each sheet off the stack one by one and brought them in the house.
OBaby and I watched from across the street.
O, you know… just taking up 2/3 of the street with our construction materials delivery. Don’t mind us, neighbors!
Please note his near-inability to keep his bottom on the step. So. Freaking. Excited.
I need a nap.