Another week.

Hey again, everyone. It's Friday evening after another week (Brian had a very LONG week of work--it's 5:40 and he's not yet home).

There isn't much to report in baby-land, other than the fact that my next appointment is coming up on Monday morning, and Baby G is getting hefty enough that we can see his/her movements on the outside of my belly. That's very weird indeed. I think it was our friends Lesley and Rob who compared it to the movie "Alien." A very apt comparison.

I'm also having Braxton-Hicks contractions (the so-called "practice labor" contractions) on a nightly basis, and they're starting to get pretty uncomfortable. It's disconcerting to feel cramps of any kind, but, I know that this is normal and necessary. A couple of nights ago the crampy feeling extended to my lower back and tailbone, and it happened right at the end of childbirth ed. class. Needless to say, I talked to our teacher right then and there to make sure that none of this was anything to be concerned about!

And yes, another milestone was reached this week: my first (and hopefully only) "awkward pregnant lady" fall! Yay! I took a spill off the stairs outside our sliding glass door and ended up on my butt in the woodchips. I whacked my knee and ankle REALLY soundly, but, they're starting to get back to normal already today. No worries. :)

We picked up two crucial pieces of furniture this week: the nursing glider and ottoman. (The photo attached to this entry shows the chair, along with Mona at the window waiting for Brian to come home.) We decided to put the chair downstairs rather than in the baby's room because we intend to use it as a general piece of furniture rather than a baby-specific one. I think that our shopping is essentially complete now, with about 7 weeks left to go (although, to be technical, it's only about 3 weeks until the baby is "full term").



So tomorrow is another Saturday with shopping at the Farmer's Market. We're planning an early "Book Club" Thanksgiving on Sunday here at our house, so we'll be getting our turkey at the market tomorrow morning. We ordered it last weekend, and our inquiry into whether or not we could get a 10 lb. turkey resulted in this reply: "Sure. I'll just kill it myself this week." There's something that feels so old-school about this, but we're trying to develop a food lifestyle based on the idea that it's good (ecologically-sound, healthy, blahdy blahdy blah, hippie nonsense!) to get food that's been grown or raised as close to our house as possible.