Changing Table & Crib

So the part finally arrived! Took forever, but we are pleased. Greg was up late wednesday night putting it together. We are now set with the Crib and Changing table/Dresser.

Week 30

7 months, 30 weeks, 212 days pregnant. To think, I still have 10 more weeks to go. Greg and I spent our weekend enjoying time together. We went out to the Aquarium in Norfolk/VA Beach, saw Harry Potter in the IMAX, ate lunch on the boardwalk. It was a very relaxing and enjoyable time.

My doctor appointments are every two weeks now. In addition to all the doctor stuff, we are starting our prenatal classes this coming weekend. Then next Friday we're meeting with a pediatrician in Chester - I'm hoping we like her because she's 5 minutes up the road.

Week 28 - July 8th photo

So the little guy continues to grow... and grow. I'm certainly not complaining about his growth, but I have to complain a little about the icky acid relux that has reveiled itself this last trimester. It's almost unbearable. It seems that anything and everything will do it- I try to eat small portions often rather than big meals. Nonetheless, thank the Lord for Tums!

Sunday, July 22nd, I'll be 30 Weeks!!! 10 more to go :)

Well, the news is in and we have decided upon a name.... but you'll have to settle for information from our last doctor visit. Going into the follow-up sonogram, Christina and I were both a bit shaky. We were greeted by another foreign face who was not nearly as friendly and personable as the previous nurse technician. She was able to capture some good profile images from the side and gave us the opportunity to see frontal facial images, but after that brief period the technician was all business.... probing and measuring, probing and measuring, inserting a slick one-liner, probing and measuring.... and then leaving the room with the fate of our baby held within the data and pictures in her hand. After about 5 minutes which felt like 5 hours, doctor doom came through the door. Judging from her previous demeanor when she laid the darkest of prognosis upon our child, the situation did not look good; however, with a dramatic pause that would win a Hollywood actress an Oscar, she finally informed us of the good news... our little man has resumed normal development and the previous cyst has begun to drain. With a smile on her face we had yet to experience, she ecstatically proclaimed, "See, I told you he would correct himself!"