The nurse from my OB’s office called today to get my medical history. I pestered her with questions about foods, medications, and sleeping on my back, and she was very good-natured about it. According to her calculations, I am due December 18 so I'm in my 5th week (of 40).
Even though it made me feel better to talk to a medical professional, my first appointment is still a month away and Steve still hasn't quite gotten it in his head that I am pregnant. The other night I was taking a whirlpool bath with candles, and he popped in to see if I needed anything. I joked, "Sure, can you bring me a glass of wine?" And he turned right around to go get it, forgetting that I won't be drinking wine any time soon.
I’ve picked out colors for the nursery. Again. This time I’m thinking blues and greens, regardless of the baby’s gender. And I found out that crib bumpers are passé because they decrease air circulation, can cause SIDS, and aren’t really necessary because a kid at that age can’t really hurdle him/herself toward the bars of the crib hard enough to cause injury.