Where did they go?

Along with my feet, other things have been disappearing...

The shadow of my mountainous stomach is becoming vast. My stomach has become adept at hiding my feet when I stand. And sitting on the couch, it has mastered hiding all sorts of things... particularly the t.v. remotes when I put them on my lap. It's like magic, I put them down and when I look, they're gone. Mr Stubbles has been finding it highly amusing as I scrounge around me on the table and the couch hunting for the missing articles.

Mr Stubbles told me a joke a while back and it has become a bit of a standing joke in our house. I'm not very good at telling jokes, but here goes:

A pregnant woman gives her husband a box of biscuits, and asks him to put it where she can't get to it... 

           So, he puts it on the floor. 

Anything that is on the floor is now completely beyond my reach, and I seem to spend an awful lot of time calling my family members when I drop something. In fact, most of the time, as soon as it reaches the floor, I can't see it anymore. 

We have made it to 34 weeks now, much to my relief. 

From here on out, the complications associated with prematurity begin to decrease as Bean is pretty fully formed already. At last week's check-up, little Bean weighed in at just over 2.3kg. In one month, he had put on an entire kilogram. Go Bean! If he keeps going at that rate, he will be a healthy size even if he makes his appearance any time soon.
Ironically, I've put on a kg, and I'm not thrilled about it. Isn't it odd that I cheer him on but feel glum at having to carry the weight around.

Next mini-goal: 35 weeks

Only one more day to go

Next Big goal: 36 weeks

But if we don't make it that far... it's okay too. I'm getting to the point where I want him out. I strongly believe that most pregnant women are programmed to reach that point in their pregnancies where they want it out, otherwise they wouldn't be able to face the birthing process. In fact, I think Bean is starting to want out. Sometimes he seems to be trying to create his own way out.

Bean is starting to struggle for space in there and I am finding him moving his whole self around a lot, and kicking less. He has assumed the position (head down) and now pivots his body around. That isn't to say that it doesn't hurt as much as it did when he was pounding away with fists and feet. In fact, it hurts more. Little Bean has now taken complete control of my bladder and pushes himself down on my bladder and pelvis as he braces himself against my internal organs... and stretches.

So, we are pretty organised, except for the cot... 

The guys get in on the action!

It arrived and I assembled it, and used it as storage space for the baby stuff and my hospital bag... which is still only half packed.
Then Mr Stubbles and I went to the hardware store to get supplies for a work project... and ended up coming home with paint for the cot.

• Number 1 got in on the project, unpacked the cot, and disassembled it.

The plan: a light sanding, a new coat of paint, and ta-da... all would be done and dusted. 

But plans never go as planned. 

• As it turned out, a previous owner had painted a coat of acrylic paint between two enamel coats, and the paint was bubbling... so a light sanding became paint stripping. Mr Stubbles and Number 1 have really put their backs into it.

• And so, a quick project became a major undertaking. I suppose if you're going to do something, you may as well do it right. Number 2 tried getting in on the action for the briefest of moments, as Mr Stubbles guided him through a turn with the electric sander. After about a minute, he walked away with vibrating arms and left it to the big guys.

• Fortunately, the glorious Winter weather has played along, allowing for swift progress, and hopefully painting can start tomorrow.

I'm getting rather excited about seeing the end result...