The Horsmans had another doctor's appointment, yesterday. Things seem to be going well with our baby. The nurse tried to hear the heartbeat with a stethoscope for babies, but she couldn't hear it, yet. Which doesn't bother me; I know he's alive and well inside of me, from the way he moves around! I have even been able to see my belly moving on the outside, when he pushes on the inside. This really vigorous movement usually happens in church, or when I'm trying to sleep.

Kevin came with me, again, which was *so* nice. Especially considering that we had so much time in the waiting room that our visit took two hours! Kevin is very nice to his pregnant wife that way; he hasn't missed an appointment, and he asks questions, just as I do.

Some of you will remember a story I told around 14/15 weeks, of when we were out, driving around the countryside. Kevin had just realized that we were already more than three months in, and he commented, "Wow; we're at fifteen weeks already! This whole pregnancy thing seems so easy."
I looked at him sideways and kinda smiled. "Mhmm."
"Yes;" he continued, "We're already more than a third of the way there!"
I was quiet for a nice, long moment. And then...
 
"You know, Kevin," said I, in a friendly way, "there's this episode of Pa and Ma Kettle - have you ever watched the Kettle videos? There's this episode where Pa thinks Ma is having a baby, and he's sitting in the waiting room at the hospital with about 10 other men, all anxiously waiting to hear how their wives are doing. Pa isn't worried at all. He's sitting down, completely relaxed, holding forth on how easy having a baby is. 'Yup,' says Pa confidently, 'It's just like shellin' peas; it's as easy as *that*.' And he snaps his fingers. 'Just like shellin' peas.'"
"Well, Kevin," I continued, "That's going to be you. I'll be in the next room, in labor, and you'll be in the waiting room, telling the other dads, 'Oh, it's nothing. It's easy. Just like shelling peas.'"

 



Well, I just wanted to point out that Kevin doesn't really think and act that way. Actually, when he said that, he had just taken us out to get a pizza, because I was tired from working, and he wanted to spare me the hassle of making supper! I love the way he takes care of me.

 Last week was a busy week for the Horsmans. Kevin 'showed' our house on Thursday night, to two sets of possible buyers, and then showed it again, on Friday night. Someone was booked to come and see it on Saturday night, too, but the Friday night people came back Saturday afternoon and bought it.
 I made myself scarce as Kevin exerted his not-insignificant powers of salesmanship, so I had to rely on his play-by-play accounts of his tours to know how things went.
 The day the house finally sold, I was expecting/hoping Kevin had made the sale, but not sure if he would, in such a short period of time. Driving home from Superstore, I decided not to ask: "So, did you sell the house??" just in case he hadn't, but rather to say: "So, were they interested?"  This, I thought, would open the door for me to hear the whole story, without hurting anyone's feelings. I came home. Kevin, I discovered, was at the Mackenzies, our neighbors. I went in. "So," I said, "were they interested?"
"Yeah," replied my husband. "They were interested."
"Oh!" said I, waiting to hear the rest. "That's good."
"Mhmmm." said Kevin.
I looked at him. He obviously wasn't going to tell me anything else, right then. Maybe he didn't want to talk in front of the neighbors.
I went back to our side of the house and had just begun to gather the ingredients for hamburgers, when I noticed a stack of papers on the table.  Maybe they would tell me what Kevin wasn't saying.

Meanwhile, back at the Mackenzies, Joel was saying to Kevin, with just a tinge of disbelief, "You didn't tell her."
"Nope." said Kevin. "Her family is coming for dinner tonight, and I'm going to wait until her dad or someone asks, 'So, had anyone come and look at the house, yet?', and then I'll say, 'As a matter of fact, yes; I sold it this afternoon.'"

Alas for Kevin's plan; I discovered a filled-out 'offer maker' form in that stack of papers on the table, accompanied by a deposit cheque. The house was sold! I went back to the Mackenzies and sat on him. "You sold the house!!!" I announced. What an amazing salesman I'm married to! Sold in two weeks!

These look like great cloth diapers: http://www.thenaturalbabyco.com/grobaby%E2%84%A2-ic-11_16.html
 - as cloth diapers go, they would be the deluxe edition.  I really like the colors they come in, and the fact that they're supposed to grow with your baby, so you don't have to buy different sizes for every stage. It would be nice to try them.

Because if I'm going to be using cloth, I might as well get the best -  'go big or go home.'

 

being married is pretty neat.
take today.

I've been smiling all day -
every time I remember
that my husband went out and bought
Honey Nut Cheerios
just for me.
because I like them.

that's love.