In one week we find out if we're having a boy or girl! Assuming the baby cooperates, of course. The one time you pray for immodesty from your child...
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People have started asking us if we have names picked out. It's funny, because with M we knew even before we found out that we were pregnant that if we had a boy he would be Michael Alexander, and if we had a girl she would be Caeli (pronounced "chay-li"--it's Latin for "of heaven") Rose. This time around we're not even considering Caeli anymore, and we have yet to agree on a first name for either a girl or a boy. I'm hoping we figure it out soon, because I am so ready to call this little one by name and not just "baby"!
M has taken it upon himself to make sure that, in all the excitement of preparing for a new baby, we don't forget some of the more difficult realities--to wit, lack of sleep. Tuesday night he started running a fever but still slept fairly normally. Wednesday he was feverish and clingy all day (although he didn't have any other symptoms of anything that we could tell) and Wednesday night he woke up every 10-20 minutes from 8:30 until around midnight, then every hour until 4, and then slept for a glorious 3 straight hours until just after 7. The crazy thing is--this used to be a pretty normal night (sometimes without the 3 hour stretch at the end). We probably had at least a month of M sleeping like that every night when he was 4 months old or so... Alex and I both remember that it happened, but that's about all we remember. I think we tried to block it out for the sake of M having siblings. Thankfully he woke up yesterday morning with no fever and slept much better last night. It's a lot easier to deal with those nights one at a time rather than for 30+ nights in a row.
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More exciting than a random fever and ridiculously short night: I got new glasses this week!!! I've had glasses since 7th grade, and this is only my 4th new pair of frames. I got my current pair over 4 years ago (probably more like 6) and so I am definitely excited about these new ones. Not so excited about the pricetag, even after insurance, but given my track record with frames they should last me another 6 years. That makes the cost significantly more palatable. Also, Alex and I decided it was completely worth it to pay the extra $30 for replacement coverage. Now when M rips my new glasses off my face and throws them to the ground and proceeds to stomp on them after I've only had them for a week I can get a new pair for only $25. Brilliant.
Despite my excitement at new glasses (and a fresh supply of contacts, after having stretched my last 12 month supply for... um... 4 years...), I find eye exams to be somewhat stressful. I don't know if it's the perfectionist or the teacher's pet in me, but I hate not knowing if I'm giving the "right" answers as I'm reading that stupidly tiny row of letters on the other side of the room. I understand it's an issue of assessing what level of correction my vision needs, and not a test of my mental abilities, but I feel extreme pressure to still get the "right" answers. And then I wonder if I'm simply guessing well and therefore not getting the right prescription because that last letter was probably either a D or an O and I just got lucky...
And in other news it has been ridiculously hot for much of this week. I love the first couple really hot days of summer, and then I'm usually ready for fall. I'm so thankful that I'm only 20 weeks along and not 38 with this weather. Here's hoping for an early, cool fall!!!
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If this post seems to be abnormally full of commas, it's because I'm trying to use fewer parentheses. After reading last week's Quick Takes Alex said that I should blog about how much I use parentheses. I gave him a don't-you-know-I'm-pregnant-and-super-hormonal-why-would-you-even-say-that pout, and then made him spend the next 5 minutes reassuring me that he does like my writing style and enjoys reading my blog (really supposed to be our blog, but he never writes anything (oh no, I'm using parentheses!)). I'm sure I'll forget and go back to my usual parentheses- and dash-ridden writing soon. And if you really did notice that I'm not using as many parentheses, then I am very concerned about what that level of attention is also revealing about my grammar and other stylistic flaws!
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