Yeah, I know, the comparisons are getting weird. What can I say, these are the jokes, kid.
It’s been a while since we’ve talked, and I apologize for that. I haven’t felt much like writing lately, and I don’t know why that is. It’s been a hectic couple of weeks, and the rest of the coming month is more of the same. We’re padding out the social calendar now while we have some time, knowing that we will be beholden to your stomach for the months following your arrival. It’s good, too—lots of people to catch up with, things to do. I’ve been working my tail off trying to complete a bunch of work that’s all due right around your birthday ahead of schedule so I’m not making client calls in the delivery room.
Your checkup was today, and they measured you out at five pounds, which is a full pound above average. This also moves your expected delivery date ahead two weeks (the computer offered an emotionless prediction of 9/11, which would be Very Much Not Cool) which is what I’ve been saying all along. I’m cool with the 78th percentile, but your mother and I would rather you seek to excel in the intelligence tests and not on the sizing charts. Your mother has been eating less food with more frequency these days, which means you’re definitely making yourself comfortable in there, sitting directly on her bladder. We had to hit the Target up for two king-sized pillows so that she could try to get some decent sleep again. She would really like it if you could hold it down while she closes her eyes—we understand that hiccups are beyond your control, but quit the breakdancing lessons until you’re walking, OK?
Meanwhile, we took last Friday afternoon off to go witness a quiet marriage ceremony and enjoy the afternoon on a patio in Ellicott City with friends and cold drinks.
Sunday we drove down to the Eastern Shore to visit with some other friends who have bought a beautiful house in Easton (and who are trying to get your parents to move out there with them). I don’t have pictures of that, because I was too busy laughing and enjoying myself, but I did snap some shots of this Land Rover for sale on the side of Rt. 50. It’s a little too expensive for us, but we will have one someday, I swear to you.
Leaving that parking lot, Jen spied this interesting, uh, display, and thought it deserved a picture. I’ve always thought it was “Deer Corn”, but what do I know?
Finally, good news: our windows arrived yesterday afternoon, which means we can get the porch rolling again!