Well again it has been awhile since I have written. Not because I haven’t wanted to, but because I have been exhausted and working too much. This is the 16th straight and I am not sure that I will get a day off until the baby shower on Sat. (still a full week away). That is ok, because the end of working like this is soon. We have had a lot to do and I have been having guilty feelings for taking off. There is really no reason that I should have to feel like I need to work this much, but I do. Your paternal grandparents instilled a good work ethic in me (or at least I think so) and I feel a loyalty to my boss. She has done a lot more or me than she needed to and when my Ph.D. adviser should have been doing it. So I feel like I need to get more done for her. I don’t mind, but I at this point I am getting a little burned out and need a week to feel better. I think the point that I realized that maybe it was too much came on Thursday.
I work for the University, but I am in a lab that is part of a large consortium of academics, government, and industry. The basis of it is to further dairy foods research and help farmers, consumers and industry. All in all a very worthwhile project. We have a several day long meeting once a year and it was this week. On the last day, we have a dinner, which was Thursday. Mom and I were invited, but I decided not to go. I wanted to stay at work and finish up a report for a client we are working with. This was unrelated to the work we do with the consortium. Mom tried her best to get me to go, but I wanted to finish. About 30 min after mom gets there I get a call saying that mom and I’s boss is mortified that I am still at work and not at the dinner. So I guess I am doing too much.
That said, there is something to be said for a job well done that you worked hard at. I hope that you find it as satisfying as I do. It is not so much the final product, but the process of getting there. Being able to do that will get you lots in the world.
Add to all this my not sleeping well. Someone it is just that mom is not sleeping well. That means she is up and down many times during the night. That means I am up and down at nights. I don’t mind per se, but it is just making me tired. I have been trying to sleep downstairs on the couch, but that has been failing too. I seem to have a lot/something big on my mind. I don’t know what it is, but it is there. It is very different from my insomnia during my Ph.D. where i could tell what the problem was. So I guess this is just training for when you come.
We went and saw Nancy on Wednesday. Everything was fine and you seem to be growing fine. Mom was well too, and we will see Nancy in two weeks again. Your heart rate was between 130-137 again. So you are consistent if nothing else. Everyone agrees that you are now head down. Mom and I think that you are in a transverse position with your butt facing mom’s side. Butt in mom’s upper right head in mom’s lower left. We have come to this conclusion because we feel you in the upper right. It’s either you have really big feet (and that is possible with my family history) or we are feeling your butt (more likely).
So we were able to do this feeling today at the birth class we are going to. The class is only two days, and we know a lot of the stuff. However, there are things we are still getting out of it. I thin tomorrow will be better since it is focused on the hospital. I hope we don’t have to go there, but I am sure that if we do, this will be good info. Interestingly, one of the other couples just found out they the wife was pregnant last month. That wouldn’t be surprising except they are due in 1 month. So I have met one of the kinds of folks that you hear about on TV.
Very nice couple, with a mom taking notes furiously and a dad in shock still. Overall, this class seems to have been worth the time and money. The only problem is that the birth videos seem to have some dust with them. Every time I see one, I seem to get some dust in my eyes and they start to water.
I suspect there will be lots of dust in the air when you are born.
It seems strange that you are less than 10 weeks away from coming. I am sure that it will pass by quickly. I was chuckling that it seemed liked only a couple of months ago we were all in Spain. Now you are about to be here. Time is flying. Nesting is kicking up a bit more lately, but I haven’t had a chance to get on it much. I have been thinking about what “our thing” will be. No idea what it will be, but it has been in my mind quite a bit.
The other change that I just realized recently is that you are a boy. Ok, well I don’t know that you are a boy, but you are in my mind. Not really sure how or when it happened, but it did. It just seems like it is intuition. I really don’t have a preference either way, but it was an odd thing I noticed the other day. If I am like my dad determining sex prenatally , then you are a girl.
Long post and a short time until you get here,
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