- It is BEAUTIFUL weather. I cannot get outside enough! I'm feeling really good. Not achy or tired or very pregnant. In fact, I would rather sit outside than nap. I know. I know.
- We finally joined the local gym and it has a huge outdoor pool complex with kiddie pools and a splash pad. I plan to be there every day I possibly can. In fact, for the past two days I have wished Becca would take a shorter nap, so we could get there sooner. Oh, I know.
- My mom is in town this week! And she is officially RETIRED now! HOOOORAY!
- It isn't too hot or humid yet. We still have all the windows open in the house. I love the fresh air blowing through all day. Although, I am sick of it blowing the newspaper all over the kitchen.
- I finished one nesting project. Check back in a week and I'm sure it will be crap-covered again. But today? Today it looks good.
The Bad (Or, maybe I should just say The Worry):
- Another possible transfusion this week. We'll know more on Wednesday. Last week they said the baby was really looking much better--the fluid around the heart and scalp and liver were all but gone. The baby reacted really well to the first tranfusion and is producing its own red blood cells. We just need to do transfusions until it is producing enough of its own to be operational (hopefully only one more). Also, the amnio results show no chromosonal defects. So, really this should be filed under good.
- I'm trying to grow my first ever tomato plant. It is growing like a weed, but I just have this feeling it isn't ever going to produce anything. It probably needs a bigger pot. How big to tomato plants get? (The geraniums and nasturtiums were bought at the farmer's market. THEY are not ugly. At least not yet. Give me a few weeks.)
- These are the herbs that Becca and I grew from seeds in our windowsill! They are looking sickly.
- I got a yard sale sandbox for $2, sun-faded and plastic. John is horrified. The neighbors are surely horrified. Becca and I are thrilled. And, hey! It is a Maryland Crab. I mean, this is pretty classy for us. Becca now can dig in clean sand, instead of trying to scrabble some dirt scraps from the dirt patch in the backyard.
I love summer! I love plastic crap!