Monday, January 21, 2008

Pregnant Golf...in January!

Our golf outing was excellent. The weather cooperated just enough so that many regulars at the club canceled, but people from Albany, NY thought the sun and temperature were just peachy for a round.

SJC had no trouble golfing with the baby in tow. In fact, she reports that it might have helped her game. Her swing speed was improved, and so was her hip turn, creating more powerful shots. She thinks that when you're playing golf in the off-season, wearing a coat, and being pregnant, perhaps your expectations go down and you relax and play better. Certainly our round justifies that theory.

Here are some pictures:




Baby Bump Photos #12, #13, and #14

My sister says this blog is "getting boring." Hope this helps:

January 19th:


January 13th:


January 9th:

Friday, January 18, 2008

Babymoon bet

SJC and I are in Southport, NC, on our last vacation before the baby arrives. This morning we went down to the beach and took a walk. It was pretty cold out, and we were the only people on the beach. As we were walking, I was wearing a fleece and jeans. SJC was wearing her winter parka, hat, and gloves. At one point, I teased her by asking if she wanted to get in the water. Later, she asked me to come up with the amount of money that someone would have to pay me to get in the water. She thought of her amount at the same time. Then we revealed them simultaneously and both started laughing at each other:

MEG: $100

SJC: $15,000

This afternoon we're going to play golf. We'll see how long Ms. Tropical Island 2008 lasts on the course.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

subways, strollers, and going places

SJC and I went to the National Building Museum today in downtown DC. Now that we're close to being parents, it seems that all we notice when I go into the city is the number of stollers, babies, and toddlers. They seem to be everywhere. On the subway. On the street. Running around the museum. I don't remember ever thinking that before we were expecting a baby, except at the zoo. That has always been baby central in my mind. But not the rest of the city. That's a new phenomenon.

Strangely, none of them ever seem to be crying. I guess that's a good thing.

We've also become quite alert to the various accoutrements that accompanies a baby wherever it goes. Since we've recently registered for a stroller, but really have no idea if we picked the right one ( Chicco Cortina), we are constantly evaluating the ones we see. Of course, we don't even know what we're evaluating. So we end up saying things like "that kid looks happy in that stroller" or "that mom doesn't seem to be breaking her back pushing that bulldozer."

I think our main concern is the subway. Pretty much any stroller will do just fine on a walk around the neighborhood. At least in comparison. When the subway is crowded, sometimes you see these poor moms trying to wedge or lift or navigate these SUV-size strollers on and off the train, and it just looks like a nightmare. Then there's the subway announcements. Although the DC subway system is generally very good, one constant problem is that the elevators at certain stations are occasionally not working. That's no big deal if your just a regular adult --- the normal in/out mode is an escalator --- but it's a huge problem for the stroller crew when the escalator is three stories high and average modern stroller is the size of grocery cart. So you see these parents either straining to hear the whisper-level announcements on the train about whether their stop has a broken elevator, or you spot them standing at the broken elevator at your stop, trying to figure out how to get their Escalade up the escalator. Not that's it's any great treat if you do hear the announcement, since the alternative method they provide you is to get off one stop early and take a free shuttle to your stop. What a nightmare.

At any rate, it seems like the best strategy for us is going to be to just take the child out of the stroller, carry them in the infant basket, and collapse the stroller up and have one of us carry it on the escalator. That only leaves the small problem of the diaper bag, the food snacks, and --- oh yes --- how the hell do you do this if you're alone?

Maybe we'll just stick to the local parks.


Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Above average already...

According to today's ultrasound the baby is in the 69th percentile for weight for its age.  That's up from 65% at the last ultrasound.  I guess this baby takes after the Glassmans - both Matt & Becky were BIG at birth.


Friday, January 4, 2008

Should we get a crib or a twin bed?

Matt and I had been planning to order a crib for the baby, but only because we apparently weren't aware of all the options...

Tonight we went out to dinner at Cee Thai Restaurant .  During dinner I noticed a furniture store across the street.  After dinner we stopped there to look at nursery furniture, and cribs in particular.  The following transpired as we walked in the store:

[Open door to showroom; annoying bell goes off. Immediately approached by salesman, obviously on commission]

Salesman: Good evening. How can I help you.
SJC: Do you sell cribs? And nursery furniture?
Salesman: [blank stare]
SJC: You know, for a baby's bedroom?
Salesman: Oh, baby's bedroom? Yes, we have twin beds. Can I show you?
MEG: [double blank stare]
SJC: [triple blank stare]
SJC: [indignant and impatient] Do you have cribs or not?
Salesman: [disappointed] No.
SJC: Let's go. [turns and walks out]
MEG: [follows]

After we got in the car, it dawned on us that maybe a twin bed wasn't such a bad idea. It could last 18 years, right? How much mileage are we really going to get out of a crib, anyway?


Wednesday, January 2, 2008

I'm bumpin' out! I've got a lot to say!

Here's a photo of SJC from New Year's Day, approximately 24 weeks, apologies for missing last week:


Here's SJC on New Year's Eve with 2 pregnant friends. We went to one of their houses for dinner (cheese and chocolate fondue, yum!) and managed to stay up(!) till midnight by playing Totally 80's trivial pursuit. We agreed that if we were up next year at midnight, it would probably not be because we chose to be.