Baby!

We have the important doctor's appointment in a few days, and I can't speak for Heath but it's really getting me excited. The fact that we're going to find out if it's a boy a girl, a Fred or Wilma! I began thinking that I should have taken a half day of work that day because after my appointment I'm going to want to go out, and buy all the gender specific clothes I can get my hands on! Then again, it's probably a good thing I didn't take a half day so that we have money left!

Lately we've been thinking about getting a rocking chair or glider for the babies room. After all, we need something to sit in during those late nights. While I was on my trip over the week I came home to a fairly excited Heath showing me the "homework" he had done while I was gone. He opened up a flyer we received in the mail, a flyer he doesn't normally read and considers junk mail. He pointed to a glider that was on sale and beamed with pride. Almost reminicent of Superman standing on the world with his hands on his hips like he conquered a quest. I have to admit, it was pretty cute. So yesterday while he was at work I went out and bought a glider.

Before that he randomly picked out a couple of Husker onsies, the look on his face being "This is for my kid and I can't wait to me him or her." He's starting to talk to my stomach more and more. But he doesn't talk normal, he talks in his high-pitched, baby voice that might scare the baby. I keep telling him to talk normal so the baby gets used to his actual voice and not the creepy Norman Bates from the movie Psycho voice. It's cute nonetheless.


The babies room is coming together. Right now it's a mesh of baby things and our things. It's getting pretty crowded and we're trying to figure out where we're going to put our stuff after the baby is all moved in. Since I have an adversion to putting things in the basement because of my fear of spiders infesting whatever get's put down there, and I'm pretty sure I recently heard mice, I'm a little leary about storing good things down there. We have the spare bed down there and I'm afraid of pulling the sheets back. I have this image that tons of spiders will be crawling inside amongst the mouse chewed sheets. Stupid fears...