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I’m feeling sparse with words (all evidence to the contrary), and a little hormonal/unbalanced lately, so here’s a simple recap of what’s going on or coming up in our world:

TOMORROW, AFTER WORK: Jus and I are attending an hour-long tour of San Antonio’s Methodist Hospital to familiarize ourselves with their L&D (Labor & Delivery) facilities, nursery, postpartum rooms, cafeterias, etc. My OB’s office is roughly within walking distance of the hospital, but the last time either of us were in the hospital itself, our 9-year-old niece had just been born! Actually, that’s not true — cousin Joey’s heart attack last May gave us a first glimpse into the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit (CICU) of the hospital, and that’s the freshest one in our minds right now.

There are no words adequate to express the loss of a loved one…
Please send your thoughts, positive energies and/or prayers to my long-time online friend, Noah Grey, who is grieving the loss of his beloved — Barry Tumbleton.

I am so sorry, Noah.

So far, I’ve got one coat of primer paint on both the purple walls in Sprout’s nursery, and it already looks a lot better and brighter. (Yes, Justin offered to help… as did Mom, who has no business being on a ladder or overworking her wrists more than her miniature and crafting habits allow!)

I’m a sloppy painter, so I’ll have to clean up the corners and window frame on my second pass, and it looks like I’ve committed to painting the ceiling, too! (Kind of planned on it… the ceiling has the smallest surface area, anyway, so how bad can it be? ;))

Just some quick “documentary” snapshots from my new Canon Powershot A640 of my expanding baby belly, and today’s painting preparations on Sprout’s nursery:

I visited my OB this morning for our 32 week check-up, and all is well. We chatted about the contractions I had Monday, and so far it’s par for the course (although not everyone has painful Braxton-Hicks contractions.) If I have more frequent painful ones (eg. six or more in an hour/every ten minutes or less) I should definitely call the OB’s office, which I assumed as much. I’d have been calling her on Monday if the contractions hadn’t stopped after two contrax over thirty-five minutes or so. As for the overall, generalized crampy feeling I have more often than not now? Welcome to mid-late pregnancy!

From the talk page of Lisa Nowak’s Wikipedia entry, which is quite active in light of recent news/events:

My response? (reposted from Wikipedia, with minor edits for clarity) –