Baby G has been quite the wiggler as long as we've known him, but now that I (we) can feel him moving around in there, there is an entirely new level of awareness of just how squirmy he is in there. This past Saturday, he kicked and pushed so frequently that this little bell went off in my head: "We're going to have a handful if this is what he's like after he's born."
Then, early this morning, I was woken up for the first time by his kicking.
And you know what's great? It didn't bother me in the slightest. I loved it.
We spent the weekend really getting some work done to prepare for the baby. Nich is a sanding champion, and I got the nursery cleaned out. Nich vacuumed it out with our awesome new vacuum cleaner and now it's ready for baby items to be moved in! (Consequently, we have also come to the realization that our carpet is made of low quality "cheapo mccheapen" material, as we have lived here for a year now and we still have to empty the vacuum several times every time we vacuum the house.) We also managed to get the changing table primed before we lost all daylight.
We rewarded ourselves with Chinese take-out, a movie, and ice cream.
Today, my goals are to get the changing table painted, figure out how to clean the bassinet cover, hem a couple pairs of pants, and maybe finish my current scrapbooking project.
"If the God you believe in as an idea doesn’t start showing up in what happens to you in your own life, you have as much cause for concern as if the God you don’t believe in as an idea does start showing up. It is absolutely crucial, therefore, to keep in constant touch with what is going on in your own life’s story and to pay close attention to what is going on in the stories of others’ lives. If God is present anywhere, it is in those stories that God is present. If God is not present in those stories, then they are scarcely worth telling." ~ Frederick Buechner