I wish I had something extremely interesting to report this week. The truth is, I don’t. In a nutshell, nothing happened. Well, we worked on the house quite a bit. Cleaned many rooms. I actually unpacked what will be the baby’s room and moved all of our stuff out. Now all that remains are boxes of Jacob’s outgrown clothes and the beginnings of a nursery. My goal for the next day that I have energy, if Jacob is cooperative and nothing else needs doing, is to sort through the clothes and begin putting away the unisex tiny clothes Jacob wore nearly two years ago. (The others I’ll pack away neatly until I know the baby’s sex.).
The highlight of our week on a non-baby front happened on Friday and Saturday as we removed the plywood slope that had made up our front walk and replaced it with a framed walk complete with actual steps! I can’t explain how afraid I was of letting that task hold off until Spring and spending every snowy, wet winter day sliding down our little hill. I probably should have let Rob hold off until Spring because it was about 35 degrees out with 30 to 40 mile an hour winds those two days. With the help of my kind-hearted father-in-law and my brother and his fiancée, the walk was finished despite the weather. That same day, Jacob had been invited to his good friend’s second birthday party. (The friend I watched for a week or so several months back). As the party drew near, Jacob began to protest leaving the house (not easy when Grandma, Grandpa, his Uncle and future Aunt were all visiting). In spite of his protest I took him anyway, to an early afternoon lunch party with 14 kids between the ages of eight weeks and three years, none whom had yet eaten or napped! Believe it or not, he had a great time. We had to leave before cake and presents (the birthday boy fell asleep and postponed the plans), but all in all it went well.
Throughout all that chaos and indeed, the entire week our new little one decided to make it’s presence known nearly every moment of the day. I was blessed with kicks, squirms, punches and I think some incredible gymnastic feats. Jacob had a wonderful time feeling the baby wiggle and was delighted to actually “see” it as it pushed my tummy in all sorts of directions I didn’t know were possible. Jacob had a bit of a hard time understanding that while it was alright for the baby to kick, I wouldn’t tolerate being kicked by him. Now Jacob’s feet (generally) stay down and the new baby moves quite a bit. In any case, this week was filled with that now familiar feeling of someone trying to make more room for itself as it’s rolled up in a little ball.