It was a Bumpy day. I wasn't in the office much, as Jean and I had our thirty-three week visit to her doctor. All is well. Our daughter has moved into a head-down position, which is a very good thing for babies at this stage to do. Anything other than head first and it's breech, which complicates delivery. But our baby's got all the right moves, and is ready to go.
Of course this means that for the past week or so it wasn't her head I was reading and talking to. It kept moving about in response to me, but she wasn't nodding, she was doing the twist.
The doctor's visit went smoothly, and we went afterwards for our traditional coffee and bagels at a café on Grove Avenue. We want to savor these days, so we take a little time to talk after each visit. We go back to the doctor in two weeks. At that point, Jean will have made it to term (i.e. the baby can come at any moment).
I went to the office and managed to knock three items off my to-do list before I came back home. At two thirty the truck pulled up, and two young gentlemen got out and unloaded Bumpy's crib. As I've mentioned before, Jean gave in at the last minute and we paid twenty bucks to have these guys put the crib together. I am happy to report it was money wisely spent as tonight the crib is put together a) correctly and b) weeks sooner than it would have been if I'd done it myself.
The delivery guys also dropped off two bureaus, one three-drawer and a matching four-drawer. They attached the baby changing pad to the smaller bureau. Delivery and set-up was seventy dollars, but these guys were very good and very nice, so I tipped them ten bucks. Can anybody tell me if tipping crib assembly people is appropriate? I always figure: when in doubt, do it. Life is short and should be lived as graciously as possible. Still, I'd like to know.
It's almost eight o'clock and we've got six guests due to arrive any minute. I'm hoping we're not up much past midnight, but since we haven't seen one another in years, I have my doubts. We might spend part of our evening decorating the tree (at last!).
Hot and muggy, just when I'd been hoping we'd get a nice cold front for the holidays. We were on the verge of sprinkles all day long but the clouds never quite mustered the energy to dump on us. Tonight Jean and I have the kitchen door and windows in the study wide open to let a little fresh air in. I'm still dreaming of a chilly Christmas...
reading: 1 Maccabees; The Hobbit (J.R.R. Tolkien - Bumpy's bedtime book)
listening: Winter Solstice III (Windham Hill); Winter Solstice IV (Windham Hill); Winter Solstice V (Windham Hill); Home for Christmas (Amy Grant); Christmas (Michael W. Smith)
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