So the doctor appointment went fine, though Thor was hiding from the doppler.  Since he’d been kicking the shit out of my ribs on the subway ride over, I wasn’t really concerned.  Still didn’t like it not being loud & clear, though, so I suppose I’m scarred forever by bad doppler scans in previous pregnancies.

The rest of the day is for resting, eating gazpacho, and dealing with a few pre-Italy errands.

Mostly resting.

I haven’t been sleeping well – probably due to excitement, but since I’m off work, it’s not quite so critical.  The Boy’s currently engaged in moving his office up two flights of stairs so we can move our bedroom into his office, and set up a baby bedroom in our bedroom.

Which means we’re getting a crib soon.  And I’ll be able to un-pile the mass of baby-stuff that’s currently threatening to eat our room. Maybe today should also be a ‘write thank you notes’ day, since I’d like to do that before Italy, and it would make the un-piling easier if I don’t have to keep things in gift-bags with cards attached…

All in all?  A relaxing day.  A glorious not-at-work day.  A day I might just spend napping and eating and napping some more.  Because I can.

Wow.