Well, I'm getting down to the homestretch. I'm 34 weeks today! 6 more to go. I had an appointment with the obsetrician today, and everything looked and sounded good. Really the only part of these things I look forward to anymore is the listening to the baby's heartbeat bit...that never gets old. :) What does eventually wear upon a gal is the hour and a half of waiting room time for less than 5 minutes of doctor time. Granted, I'm terribly grateful I only need that 5 minutes...if Locke were having any problems they'd make more time for me. But still! I'm 8 months pregnant and therefore allowed to be slightly whiny, right? So that hour and a half? It suuuuucks. ;)
I'm starting to get cautiously optimistic about the cats and the baby, thanks to all of the time I've spent watching my sister's six month old at my house. Sansa (my cat) is doing a lot better than Arya (Matthew's cat), but I think they have both made some progress. Sansa no longer hisses at the baby, and doesn't even leave the room when the baby is in it, even if the baby is crying or being noisy. She'll even approach me while I'm holding the baby now, and she is developing an inconvenient habit of wanting me to pet her right when I've started giving the baby a bottle (and therefore both hands are occupied, as Lexi can't hold the bottle on her own yet).
Arya still hisses at the baby whenever she gets close to her, and she still climbs into my bed and sulks the whole time the baby is in the house, so I guess I can't claim that she's made all that much progress. But the other day she did something that was kind of interesting. I'd just gotten Lexi to sleep for a nap, and had left her in the swing (turning the swing off after she drifted off, of course). I guess at that point Arya decided it was safe to come out, because she walked into my living room, and walked right up to the baby. She started sniffing the back of her head from the back side of the swing. Now, as you can imagine, Aunt Kim was poised to tackle the kitty. I didn't believe Arya would actually hurt the baby, but I wasn't taking any chances, particularly with a baby who is not my own and a baby-hating, front-claw-possessing cat who has shown nothing but defensive/antisocial behaviors towards all babies it's ever encountered. But all she did after getting a good sniff in was hiss twice, very quietly, and strut into the kitchen, where I gave her a treat. This may not sound like progress to you, but it seemed like it to me. She approached the baby on her own. Gotta celebrate the little victories, right?
Oh, the basic baby care class that I mentioned in my last post? Well, basic was the right word, for sure. We're talking the don't shake the baby type of advice...the sort of stuff that just about anybody who has ever spent any time with an infant already knows. I was hoping for pictures or a video...like, here is what a normally healing belly button looks like, and here's what it looks like when it's gotten infected and you need to call your pediatrician. That would have been useful, right? Instead we got a stack of handouts and a long, boring lecture that put Matthew to sleep. Three times, because I was ruthless and evil and kept waking him up. Ah, well. Next up is the labor & delivery class, in two weeks. I have a feeling pictures and video are inevitable in that one. ;) We'll see how it goes...
So I had a sobering realization today. Both my mother and Matthew's mother went into labor about a month early on their firstborn children. Now, there's probably nothing genetic in this...hell, my sister was induced just past 41 weeks, and her husband was a preemie, but it's enough to make me worry a little bit.
Oh, and yesterday was our anniversary! We've been married now for 8 years. Kinda sucked that we didn't get to pop open the bottle of wine we'd been saving for it, but we had diet ginger ale in champagne flutes, which was fun in a dorky sentimental kinda way. I guess we'll just have to save that wine for Locke's homecoming, eh? Six weeks....yikes!
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