We really liked the name Patrick. And it seems to go well with the names of the other kiddos...traditional and not too popular.
Thomas is my maiden name.
So far he's being a total pain in the ass and doesn't sit still. ever. He's also still breech, so when he kicks me, he kicks me in the hoo-ha. From the inside. 11 more weeks 2 days and 17 hours. I can do this.
We can't wait to meet him though. Sam talks to him all the time and pretends that Patrick talks back. Today he said "I think Patrick is hungry". Why? Because Patrick told him so. Hate to break it so Sam, but there's no way this kid is hungry b/c I feed it all the time.
Here's what I'm most excited about finally agreeing on a name: monograms. I love personalizing stuff. I found these cute monogrammed pacifiers on zazzle.com that I know Patrick will not be able to live without. I also have a slight obsession with jon-jons. Particularly, monogrammed ones. In my opinion, nothing cuter than a little boy wearing jon-jons. So between now and D-Day, I will try my best at online shopping and sneaking my finds into the house unnoticed. Good thing I have my own embroidery machine.
Another obsession I have is diaper bags. Unfortunately for Nick, my taste in bags has been refined in the last 5 years, thanks to my BFFs Louis and Gucci. (yeah, that's a hint). This is my favorite part of preparing for baby....shopping - shocking, I know; picking out the perfect going home outfit; putting the crib together and getting all the bedding in it; designing the nursery.... For a split second, it makes me forget how uncomfortable I am.
Went to see the Dr. the other day and everything looks good. Blood pressure was a little high, but with Sam, summer, vacation, Nick's new business venture, and all of the projects we have going on around here doc gave me a little break. She did not, however, give me a break on how much weight I gained in 4 weeks. But if you look at it cumulatively, I've only gained a pound a week - somehow explaining it to her that way wasn't amusing or up for discussion. I did point out that it is WAY better than Caroline's pregnancy....where I got so fat I can't recognize "who that fat chick is" in pictures. 74 pounds. Not only did it really look like I ate a baby, it unfortunately looked like I ate it's family too.
Still lots to do around here. Painting...will it ever end? I feel like I live at Home Depot - I'm there all the time! The good thing about that is mama gets it done when Nick sends me by myself to HD. Its amazing how helpful everyone is when you have a pregnant woman waddling around your store: I don't have to search for someone to ask a question, people are putting heavy things in my cart for me and employees carry things out to my car...maybe they're just worried about a full out pregnancy meltdown in the store?
Speaking of painting, look what I did? All by myself (with the exception of the varnishing b/c the odor was too strong)
We had this old dresser of Nick's when he was a kid. (Sorry - got a little excited and took the drawers off before I remembered to take the official before picture).
Turned it into this! Used the Zinser Stain Sealer stuff and painted over the original stained wood. Didn't have to sand a thing! Then painted it turquoise, put some updated knobs/pulls on it and now it's ready for Caroline's new room!
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