Monday, March 21, 2011

We're Tired and Maggie's Not Even Here Yet!

Despite poor Brentie's efforts, the to-do list doesn't seem to get any shorter. Every time something is crossed off, we think of something to add. The countdown to Baby Maggie (yes, that is the official nickname we're going with) has begun.  Wednesday marks Week 33 and with only 7 weeks to go, I have lots of things I really want to get done (i.e. things I need Brent's help to do).  And, as I am sure it will be no surprise to any of you, Brent has created an Excel spreadsheet with his list of tasks and is methodically working his way down the list.  I'll have you know they are prioritized and grouped according to the amount of time each one requires.  It's impressive!  (Yes, I'm aware we're both dorks...him for making an Excel spreadsheet of his Honey Do List and me for being genuinely impressed).

We have made some great progress in filling up Maggie's room.  I now have artwork ready to go, it just needs to be placed on the wall (we haven't yet gotten to that item on Brent's list).  We also have had lots of items from baby showers to really help fill in some of the much needed items for her room.  I cannot imagine trying to buy all of this stuff ourselves.  We really are very fortunate to have such wonderful friends and family.  You don't realize how lucky you are until times like this when you really need the help and support of others.

As far as Maggie goes, she weighs about 4 1/2 pounds now and is about as long as a knee high boot.  I don't know how this is possible, but it's true.  She is moving around like crazy and tends to ball up whenever I get up quickly or move around.  Working out at the gym has become a little more difficult with her tagging along.  I have never been very coordinated or talented in the athletic department and being pregnant just accentuates this.  But, at least I'm still able to exercise - that is the silver lining.  

Mustache Update:  I'd like to thank those of you who are NOT encouraging Brent to grow THE mustache.  He has asked that I let you all know the growing of his mustache will begin this weekend (I am hopeful this is a joke).  I really have tried not to use the "pregnancy card," but this is one time I am pulling it out in full force.  I'm actually begging (publicly) that Brent remain clean shaven and handsome for Maggie's arrival.  And, I know Brent will do the right thing, especially since he loves me and doesn't want me to be stressed, worried, or sickened by the 'stache.

Week 32 (and a half)