A few things about this pregnancy….
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1. I have made mention of this already, but I carelessly bet naming the baby away to the Shmickster.  We were playing a card game, and I was dominating.  After winning all I could think of, he said he wanted to put something really big on the next game — like naming the baby.  I thought about having that luxury, without him telling everyone that the name would be “spider” for nine months, and took the bait.  To my utter dismay, he took the win, and the name with it.  I am sure he won’t do anything I don’t approve of.
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2. Speaking of the name….I was gardening with Micah one afternoon.  He said, “What do you think about P.J.”?  No offense to those who have initial names in their very own family, but I am just not a fan.  In my mind, I was kind of dry heaving, but calmly (as to not turn him off from further discussing names with me) said…..”Sorry babe, I don’t die over that one.”  He said for me just to think about it.  So I went on raking and weeding, when all of a sudden it dawned on me what P.J. stood for.  I have always wanted to name a baby after my mom in some way.  But too bad her mom had such awful taste in names (Patricia Jean), because it has made it very difficult to use either one.  So when Micah’s creative juices were flowing, and he came up with P.J. after my mom, I almost died.  Talk about sweet, and nice.  I still told him I didn’t like it, but as I have relayed that story over and over, he has made HUGE points with the sisters!
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3. This baby in me is really low.  So one day as I was talking to Micah, I said, “Babe, this baby is SO LOW!”  To which he responded, “Solo Denison…I like it!”  SICK!  But truth be told, this little weasel in my tummy is making things pretty uncomfortable.  He has been breech for two months, and the doctor showed me a picture of his feet literally standing on my bladder.  It was nice to have the proof, but that was a guess I could have taken on my own.  I guess the two random times I completely wet my pants was all the proof I needed.  How humiliating.  Especially when Micah was surprised the first time, but just said, “You wet your pants again” the second time around.
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4.  The doctor has told me that this will be my biggest baby.  At 32 weeks, his head was measuring at 36 weeks, and his body at 35 1/2 weeks.  I was kind of excited when he gave me all this info, because that would naturally mean I would go early.  Apparently not.  I still have to wait the whole time, and just have a huge baby.  I have always been a little worried about big babies because I was 9 lbs. 13 ounces.  But I have had a 7lb 12 oz, and a 6lb 11oz, so I put all of that out of my mind.  But at this same 32 week appointment, he estimated that baby #3 was 5.5 lbs already.  Whoa!  I hope he was off!  (Disclaimer - he said because the baby is breech, he might be measuring big.)
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5.  When I showed Micah my stomach a few days ago, I was saying how huge I was.  He said, “But from behind, you can’t even tell you are pregnant!”  At first I smiled because that was a really nice thing to say, but not a split second later, I knew that was boloney, and started to scowl at him.  He tried to act innocent, but I know him all too well.  So finally he fessed up with, “I heard that one on a movie — isn’t it a good one!”  I just laughed and left.
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6.  Don’t worry, Micah has been throwing out some good compliments lately.  Ever since Hawaii, he uses a particular line.  Here is an example….the other day, I was on the couch with my robe on.  I have to tie the robe above my belly because there is no “below”.  It is baby, and then legs.  So I looked like a huge grey and pink blob (my robe colors) when he walked in.  I think as he walked in, I was trying to get off the couch.  Since this is a couch made of down, and is particularly deep, I was awkwardly maneuvering a bit.  So he walks in and sees this whole scene and says, “Hottest girl on the couch!”  I just look at him and laugh when he says these ridiculous comments.  So as of lately, I am the “hottest girl” in the car, making dinner, getting gas, picking up the green shoes.  You get the idea.  But somehow, I twist it as him being nice.  Right now — I will take what I can get.
(Sidenote — Just hours after I wrote this, I was sitting with my mom on the couch.   Micah walked in and said, “Oh Babe…I was going to tell you something, but I have to wait until your mom leaves.”  My mom was a little bummed that she was going to be excluded in something, but then I caught on and said, “No Mom…..he just wants to tell me I am the hottest girl on the couch, but can’t while you are sitting on it with me.”  He laughed.  Afterwards, my mom said she would love if he told her that she was “the hottest mother-in-law anywhere.”  I told her not to worry — he thinks I am really hot, but that she was hotter than me, based on the fact that he couldn’t call me the hottest girl on the couch while she sat with me.  She was pleased, he was pleased, and I was offended.  Only because…doesn’t wife status trump mother-in-law status.  Apparently not to a strategically savvy guy!)
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7.  Scout and Navy are SO excited to have another baby in our home.  Besides the accidental times when they jump on him or bonk him, they love to lay by me and feel him move.  Sometimes, when the baby is asleep inside me, I “help” him kick.  They love it.  They especially love telling me their responsibilities with the new baby.  According to them, I won’t have to do a thing!  Between the two of them, he will be diapered, bathed, fed, ricked, sung to, held, and anything else a baby requires.  I love that they are excited to share the wealth!