Third trimester woes

I'm 32 weeks along, and -- dare I say it? -- it's almost time to retire the heels. Not all of them, mind you. Just the 4 inchers. Thankfully, my feet haven't swollen to the point of looking like potatoes, but they have been a little puffy lately. So I've invested in some flats as well as some espadrilles.
The things that are happening to my body are unbelievable. I'll save you the graphic details, but suffice it to say it's a little scary.
Scarier yet is the whole idea of the actual labor. Jon and I went to our first childbirthing prep class Thursday. Up until this point, I haven't really been freaked out about the whole labor thing, but after that class, I can genuinely say, HOLY CRAP! I am freaking out!! How do women do it?!
Even the thought of getting an epidural is freaking me out. Oye.
We finally picked a pediatrician, so one thing's been crossed off our list! We still have a lot to do, though. We also picked out a paint color for the nursery. It's called banana split and it's a bright sunny yellow. I think it'll go nicely with the pattern we picked out. Jon spent most of the day painting, while I cleaned out my closet (it's been getting a little crowded what with all the maternity clothes).
So that's the update, folks. We're getting closer!

Time Flies!!!

Man we are getting close!! G's already 30 weeks, can't believe it, time just seems to be flying by. I'm so excited, I can't wait for him to be here, but it's good that we have 10 weeks or so to go because we still have a lot to do. At least we are starting to get some stuff together and not waiting until the last minute. Although we still need to get the nursery painted and organized. We got some diapers stocked up, clothes, a crib, and we spent about 5 hours this last Sunday registering, which was fun and tiring at the same time.

New York was a great little trip. Dave (G's brother) lives on the upper east side of Manhattan, which is like a rich suburb. Every one had a Bugaboo stroller, the $900 one. We saw at least 10-15 a day. The funniest thing was when we walked by this cafe and there was about 6 of the parked out front on the sidewalk as the mom's where inside. G said we should grab one and run, after making sure there was no baby in it of course.

G's doing great! She is getting sore and tired a lot easier, but that is to be expected. Jordan is moving a ton, too. I can feel him most of the time, which is really awesome, and he seems to kick pretty hard (pro soccer player?). He gets really active at night though he seems to settle down enough so Giselle can sleep.


Well, I'll try to blog more often, but for now I better get started on dinner (don't want G to have to wait too long).

Furniture

Over dinner with friends, the attention inevitably turned to our off-white couch, and whether or not we plan on keeping it once Jordan gets mobile. My initial reaction was, "Of course! Why would we get rid of it?"

But then, my friends Kate and Lisa pointed out the obvious -- white couch + kid = disaster waiting to happen.

Talk about a wake up call. Are these the compromises you have to make as parents??

I really don't want to get rid of our couch, nor any of our other fancy furniture, just because of a rambunctious little tyke, but as the saying goes, kids will be kids. And they will make a mess. So, do I live with it? Or do I succumb to a living room full of bean bags and tables wrapped in bubble wrap? Jon and I decided we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

In the meantime, we did buy one kid-friendly piece of furniture -- a wall mount to hang our flat screen TV away from messy little hands.