As I start this entry I am cracking up that Andy is upstairs disinfecting breast pump pieces and accessories. Mind you, it is 8:30 on a Friday night. Our lives have already been transformed and the baby is not even here yet. 
Actually we went to a really nice dinner at Tony’s Pizzeria with Andy’s parents tonight, we are just home early. BTW, the tiramisu at Tony’s is TO DIE FOR so I am very content. This is my last week of food indulgence since after the baby comes, I will need to start thinking in terms of getting my body back in shape. So today’s indulgences were both a scone at coffee this morning and tiramisu for dessert… I cannot believe I actually came in two pounds lighter at my last doctor’s appointment.
So let me see, what has happened this week? Andy was sick on Sunday and Monday. He had that nauseous, diarrhea, achy body thing that is either the flu or food poisoning. I stayed away from him and his “sick nest” in the basement. I had to step up and do all of the things that Andy has been doing for me, which made me appreciate what he has been doing even more.
Sunday night I went over to Anna and Derik’s for a wonderful steak dinner rather than eating chicken noodle soup with Andy. By Monday night Andy was ready to eat solid foods again and he no longer avoided being in the same room as me, so as not to get me sick. It was lonely not being able to hang out with him!
I had my last doctor’s appointment before the c-section on Monday morning and since Andy was still sick, he could not go with me. It was the first appointment he missed the entire pregnancy. The doctor checked to make sure that the baby was still breech, checked her heart rate and then answered the questions I had about the c-section. The nurse communicated to me that the c-section would be next Tuesday, the 28th at noon. We set a date! I called Andy and he said he instantly got butterflies in his stomach.
I worked all week and then tried to find things for us to do at night. I planned out our garden, helped my sister by proofreading her resume and essays for a young professional award, went for a couple of walks with my mom and Andy, went to dinner in Hyde Park with Andy and caught a couple of television shows. Even with semi-interesting things to do, this has been the SLOWEST week EVER!! I feel as though I am a seven-year old waiting for Christmas morning and I know Andy feels the same. I cannot remember a week ever seeming so long.
People at work keep asking why I am working and my response is consistently, “what else would I be doing?” I cannot imagine having at least work to fill the time. At this point, I don’t have a lot of pressing matters to deal with at work as my responsibilities have been transferred to the two people who are covering for me while I am out. It is not in my nature to pass off work to other people, so it has been hard for me to give all of my work away as it feels like I am dumping on others…but it has to be done for a smooth transition. Honestly by the end of the week, probably half of each workday has been spent talking with people who stop by my desk to discuss childbirth and get an update on how I am doing. People are really excited for me/us and it is fun to discuss their birth stories and theorize how things will be for us.
The only other excitement of the week was our special smell in the basement. As the weather has been warming up, this smell that we had noticed in the basement a few weeks ago, seems to have been getting progressively worse. As we became closer to having the baby, I started picturing Belén and I down in the basement getting poisoned by toxic mold or something bad as both of our bedrooms and the television are in the basement. Andy and I tried to find the source of the smell but it was difficult because you get used to it rather quickly and there is no obvious point of origin. We attempted holding our breath and quickly moving to different points in the basement (before we got used to the smell) to see if it was stronger in one place than others. Last night we tracked the smell to the bathroom and just this morning, Andy determined that the ejector pump which pumps the sewage out of the basement into the sewer pipe didn’t have the cork sealing off the pump where the wires go in properly attached. So we had been smelling faint sewer smells. I think that if we had not lived in China and got used to sewer smells we would have been able to identify the source of the smell much more quickly. Anyway, I am happy to report the smell seems to have disappeared and our basement is once again a wonderful place to hang out, a place we are excited to bring Belén home to.
Three more days! I am so excited, nervous, worried, happy, etc.
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