5 posts tagged “cats”
Woot!
My parents bailed on us this weekend, but his mom is coming up to help out, so that's good. The original idea was that my husband would prime the walls last night, and then he and his mom would paint the ceiling and trim together today, leaving the walls for him alone tomorrow.
And then he took a bit of a tumble last night, hurting his shin and sending paint cans flying (and nearly causing cardiac arrest in his pregnant wife). It was after "Would I still be able to walk on it if I broke my leg?" that I put an end to the priming and forced him to elevate the leg while eating ice cream and watching the O's beat the Yankees. (He did not put up much of a fight, as you can imagine.)
But this morning he is off the disabled list and back in the bathroom. With the fast-dry primer (one hour!), we may actually see real paint applied today.
I hope.
[crosses fingers]
And then after the painting, I think I may drag us all out to IKEA to browse because I am tired of people asking me what I've purchased for the nursery and my answer always being, "Um, someone gave us a scale."
I'm told that he'll finish the bathroom this weekend. As it is Friday, he's at work, there's still sanding left to do AND priming AND painting and my parents are coming over tomorrow, I do not have high hopes for a finished bathroom come Sunday night. I expect maybe a coat of primer on the walls come Sunday. But it won't have dried yet, I'm betting.
On Monday, we heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time with the Doppler (in the past, we just watched it beat on the ultrasound monitor). I wish I could say it was a magical moment, but honestly? The kid kept squirming around and as soon as the doctor found the heartbeat, the baby would shift positions and the doc would have to go searching for it again. I think we only had about two or three five-to-seven-second intervals of heartbeat before it was interrupted by the active baby (or stubborn baby...) deciding that we'd heard enough. Those short little intervals were never long enough to work up a good "AWWW!" or have a decent cry about it. But the baby looks and sounds great, and we go next month for the in-depth sonogram. We'll have to remind the technician that we don't want to know the baby's sex, and then I think that will probably be the last sonogram I have until delivery (unless, of course, the baby doesn't cooperate with the Doppler again and we're forced to watch the heart beat on another ultrasound monitor---which is actually fine by me).
Here are some pictures of the cats, who have no idea their little worlds are gonna be rocked in a little over five months.
So, I guess it was common for parents in the 70s to weigh their babies at home, or something. Recently my mom gave me my old baby scale for our (still nonexistent) nursery here. Until the baby comes, we're using the scale to monitor the cats' diet progress (or lack thereof). Witness:
