Moving on Up

Well, it’s been over two weeks since we moved to Baton Rouge, and I still hadn’t made my inaugural post despite the fact that I am jobless. I wasn’t sure how much longer “I’m unpacking, already” was going to fly as an excuse for not entering the land of Blog. What power I have. (Does anybody even READ this?) I wouldn’t.

SO. The house. Yes, the house. Seeing as I lived here (off and on) for nearly six years before getting married, it’s not really “new” to me. But we’re trying. We’ve painted the guest room “Motor City Blue” and the study “Wild Hawk.” Wild Hawk houses Hans’ desk, three overloaded bookshelves, a twin-sized cot, and our old couch. It’s our most multi-functional room. (Hans can take naps between working on his sermon illustrations) Here the rooms are, in all their newfound glory:

Guest Bedroom
Guest Bedroom
The Study

We’re still in the market for a living room set, a few nursery items, and maybe some paint for the bathroom upstairs (currently a too-bright-shade of light blue). I’ve gone garage saling with a friend two of the three Saturday mornings I’ve been here. While I didn’t find a suitable living room set, I did buy a CD of 102 children’s songs…which I’m listening to right now. “…roll over…so they all rolled over, and one fell out. There were four in the bed and the little one said, ‘Roll over, roll over.’ So they all rolled over, and one fell out…” Learning to subtract has never been so fun (or…weird).

Anyway, I think I’m going to try to obtain a library card. With acomplia in usa all this free time, I’m trying to read as much as possible. My only problem is I like to read while lying in bed…which leads to falling asleep in bed… I guess the baby needs the rest? Yes. The baby. Everything is about the baby now.

Which reminds me, I probably should eat a cookie.

Plus, that’s enough reading about my super interesting life for one day.

It’s a. . .

Well, the time has finally come and gone. That time at 18 weeks where we wait as the ultrasound technicians says, “Do you want to know the sex of the baby.” I’ve been told that there is no experience like the one where you run out of the delivery room and say “It’s a. . .!!!” to a room of family and friends. Well family and friends, if you want to pretend that just happened, be my guest. However, Courtney and I decided that we’ll have enough to think about on the delivery day (blood sugar, health of mom, health of baby, how long the baby will be in the NICU)  so we opted to find out whether we need to be buying pink or blue.  We are having a . . .

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If a picture is worth a thousand words, this is worth at least 1001. Welcome to the family, son. You make your mother and  me proud.