26 weeks was full of exciting things for our family. A casual inquiry about an open job position at a web development firm by B turned into a very good interview that ultimately lead to an excellent job offer! The new job has many of the same perks as his old one like working from home in a field he loves but pays significantly more and doesn’t require any supervisory time.
The pay increase is large enough that I am definitely going to be able to quit my job after BBQ arrives this fall! Unfortunately, our health insurance is through my employer so we’ll have to look into other options (B’s chiropractor swears by their HSA) but that also means I really cannot quit before BBQ is here and we know that he doesn’t have any long term health issues we’ll be facing. As much as I’d love to spend the entirety of the third trimester at home, working on projects and getting things ready for the little guy, it’s much better for the family if we keep the same insurance through the delivery.
BBQ’s newest trick is that instead of kicking, he pushes with his feet, head, knees, elbows, or bum really, really hard. I have, on multiple occasions, been able to grab hold of a pointy little limb through my belly. It’s definitely much less comfortable than the little kicks I had been feeling.
Mom called last Friday to tell me her neighbor (with a little boy) was having a garage sale an invited us over after the sale closed for a “great deal” on whatever we wanted that was left. I’m not one to turn down a great deal so I went after work. Mom had already bought a bag of clothes (mostly 6-9 months) and a bag of white prefold cloth diapers for $9 after a neighbor discount. We browsed for a while and came away with 3 more very full bags of baby boy clothes ranging from newborn to 24 months for free! I spent a good portion of the weekend washing wee little pants, shirts and sleepers. I’m pretty sure my yet-to-be-born child has more to wear than I do! I have a large Rubbermaid tub full of anything larger than 6 months. I don’t think I’ll have to buy much more for a while!
Since I don’t have too many new factoids to share for 25 weeks, I thought I’d share the photos of BBQ’s room. The painters came during 25 weeks (only gave us a 1 day notice!) so B, my older brother, mom and myself spent an evening emptying the room, sanding and washing the walls, and painting trim. I bought a Living Social voucher back in January to have the room painted for $90. It was completely worth it! I left for work in the morning and the room was mint green and came home to beautifully done gray.
B put the furniture together when I was at work the next day. It’s turning into one of our favorite rooms in the house! The mobile I ordered from Etsy came this past week so I’m hoping to hang it up before the work week starts.
24 weeks is pretty significant for our family because my eight year old sister, K, was a micro-premie born at 24 weeks. This is her story.
24 weeks seems pretty early for someone to be born and it really is. Somewhere between 23 and 24 weeks is the point of viability where there is a chance that the child can survive outside of the womb (with loads of medical care).
My youngest three sisters are all adopted, two internationally and K as an adoption-after-foster-care situation. My parents have done foster care since I was around 10 years old. Mom is a pediatric home-care nurse and always felt comfortable taking in foster kids with extensive medical problems. K was no different. We hadn’t had any new foster kids for a year and were surprised when the agency called to tell us that they had a baby for us to take. K was born to a crack-addicted woman and was already 6 months old by the time she was placed with us. Her birth mother had 3 other children and had seen K twice since she was born. At 6 months old, K was still one of the smallest babies I had seen. She hadn’t had any opportunities to gain baby fat so she had the tiniest stick legs and arms. She had already gone through multiple surgeries including heart surgery and getting a gastrointestinal feeding tube put in. She was on oxygen at all times but she was getting strong enough to be discharged from NICU. In Michigan, parental rights have to be terminated by a judge before a child is available for adoption and that happened for us my freshman year of college. At 18, I had a 1 1/2 year old sister!
K’s story is not only amazing because she survived, but she is also thriving as well. She’s slightly developmentally delayed but hasn’t been on oxygen since before she could walk, has no heart trouble, takes no respiratory medications anymore, and within the last year, she has learned to eat solid food like an a normal kid and got her g-tube removed. She’s in a general education classroom for most of the day with a little extra help from resource teachers for math and a few other subjects. She is great friends with her classmates and loves playing American Girl dolls with the neighbor girls and swims like a fish during the summer.
She is pretty darn awesome.
We’ve reached 23 weeks and there really isn’t a whole lot of new stuff to report. We had our Civil War reenactment last weekend. It was hot but bearable and wonderful to see friends again, some of whom had no idea I am pregnant. It was a great surprise! My appetite has definitely picked up. I can’t seem to stop eating! I can eat sweet things again without being grossed out which is good since I couldn’t put off ice cream for much longer.
My mother-in-law offered to buy us a stroller. Since I had already bought one for the infant days, we went ahead and picked out the Appletree green Joovy Kooper for when this little wee one is large enough to hold himself upright.
Both families are planning showers. It looks like I’ll have both of them in August; one at the beginning of the month and one at the end. We hope to do a bunch of registering next week. B normally hates shopping but enjoys picking things out for registries so we’ll have a good time.
I started cleaning out the craft room/BBQ’s room to get it ready for painting. The rep from the painting company came over on Wednesday and said he’d be sending a quote by email. I haven’t heard anything from him yet but I’ll give it a few more days.
I also started painting the new baseboards that B bought to replace the ones we threw out during out kitchen remodel. We are getting very excited to see this project come to an end! I’ll be especially excited when the cats cannot get their toys or food stuck between our wood floors and the wall.
Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here is something to fill in all the dead space in this post: