Our Three Weeks

With three weeks to go till our baby’s official due date, Kristin has begun her weekly pre-baby doctor check-ups. These visits last about 5-10 minutes, in which the Doctor looks at Kristin’s tummy, confirms that the baby is still, in fact, inside her, and sends her home with a quick “see you in 7 days” smile.

She had an appointment this afternoon. And according to her Doc, she is already dilated 2-centimeters and could potentially go into labor in the next week or so. His declaration most likely means she won’t have the baby until sometime in mid-June. She’ll be 12-pounder. And a boy…who knows.

“Oh. And here’s the kicker,” said the Doc. “I’m going to be attending a conference the second week of May and will be out of town. But don’t worry. We’ve got a plethora of 22-year old interns that would be more than happy to deliver your baby while I’m sunning myself in some tropical location, attending my oh so important conference…”

Ok. Maybe I embellished a bit on that last part. But as soon as Kristin mentioned that her Doctor was going to be out of town, the only thing I could think of was that scene in the movie Knocked Up, where the Katherine Heigl character is in the bathtub in active labor while Seth Rogen is yelling and cursing into the phone to her Doctor, who is out of town on vacation…

Our Worms

We had a fairly productive weekend - full of yard work, building swing sets, trips to the dump, oil spills, spa days, sorting clothes and broken riding mowers...pretty much what you would expect for our household. Not much more to report. I'm a bit frustrated that my riding mower broke AGAIN. This time it was the drive belt. I don't think I can fix it w/o hiring a professional. Good-by tax refund. So much for saving the moola for more important things...like say the added cost of clothing and feeding a new baby (arriving by stork in the next month or so!).

I took a few minutes this afternoon to snap some pictures of the girls. They have this strange fascination with worms*. Here they are posing with some of their new pets.

Enjoy!

(* My lovely 9-month pregnant wife just informed me that the kids were most likely playing with a nasty, plant eating, vegetable killing grub larva and not a nice friendly inch worm. Oh well...)