What blog?

Yes, we can all say it together... I'm disappointed in me too. Holy cow can time whizz by. My last blog was well over a week ago, okay 2, but who's counting. So, in the downtime between this blog and the last, (and the real reason for the delay), Nicole and I have been working way too much. Nicole more so than me. Her 1 week total for last week clocked in at 86 hours. That's more than an extra week of overtime! She's technically working for two. In her defense though, her company is really leaving her some stinkers. In business speak, she's training her fellow employees the ins and outs of the merger with another company, so that the collective synergy of both companies can be maximized. In Cody and Goose speak, she's on the business end of a poop slide. But hopefully her overtime will subside before too much longer. I don't think Goose particularly cares that he is being forced to work that much though, given that he has a knack of curling up on Nicole's right side and sleeping. It looks like a real bad cramp. Pretty funny.

Actually, I think his main goal in life, at this stage (7.5 months), is to try as hard as he can to keep Nicole from going to sleep. He's perfectly content when she's walking and moving around, but the minute she stops and goes still is the minute his alarm goes off. He has been kicking and dancing and flipping and twisting it out... you name it and he's done it. Our new thing, in what little spare time we have together lately, is to watch him move around her belly. Kind of like the movie tremors when you could see the ground heave up right before one of those things surfaced. She'll lay on her side and we'll stare at her bare belly waiting to see some movement. The movements are very pronounced and the whole thing is quite fun, but also, probably weird, but whatever. I would say there are some real similarities between this and sitting outside on your back porch at night watching bugs get zapped by a bug zapper. And surprisingly enough, the conversations are the same. Common quotes range from, "Wow, did you see that one?", to, "Whoa! That was a big one!" I guess a parallel to watching fireworks would also apply, but, where's the fun in that? Anyway, these times are as they say, good times.

The other reason I believe Goose is intent on keeping Nicole awake at all hours of the day is because of his refusal to lay vertically in Nicole's belly. For those of you that know Nicole, she is very tall for a girl. She's almost a 6 footer. Nicole says that with all the movements on the one side that I get to see and feel, there are equal movements on her other side. Basically meaning he intentionally chooses to move and jump across her belly, with less room, than lay vertically, and get much more room. So when Nicole is laying down on her side on the bed, and Goose starts ramping up, it is the equivalent of him jumping off of her side on the mattress and banging his head into her other side. So he's obviously in violation of several predetermined ground rules: 1. no jumping on the bed. 2. no head butting. 3. night time is for sleeping, not playing. I am keeping a tally of his infractions and let's just say, he will be grounded for quite some time.

Other quick news to share:

• We still don't have a crib to show off. Lesson learned: When somebody from Babys-R-Us suggests that you could have your order in 5 business days, in lieu of the contractual 10 to 14, they really mean 20 business days. I will adjust accordingly.
• Nicole's last doctors appointment went well, although they (the doctors) are going to start paying closer attention to Nicole's weight. They are worried that she hasn't gained enough weight. But, after measuring Goose, the doctor's concede he is the "perfect" size. I'm sure Nicole probably feels like she is one of the lucky ones, in that pregnancy doesn't always translate into tank-like status. So - Jackpot!
• One other thing I've learned is that Goose has given Nicole what we in the business call "BOBs Disease". To the lay-man, BOBs disease stands for Beetle On it's Back disease, meaning that her belly is so big that she now has a significant amount of trouble getting up off of her back. Thus rendering her very vulnerable to an assortment of sneak attacks, to which she has no defense. I would call it "Pearl Harboring" her, but I really don't think she thinks it is as funny as I do. So we will leave it nameless and just know to ourselves that she will think it is funny later in life.

So this is where I will end it this time. The naming of Goose is narrowing, but we still don't have one yet. The literal second that we decide, I will let you know. The crib should be in sometime before Goose graduates, so once that happens, and I paint it, I will post pictures for everybody. Other than that, I'm not sure what lies ahead. We're pretty much minute to minute people at this point. And again, sorry for the delay. Hopefully this 2 week nonsense was just a blip on the radar. If it wasn't, and you are really upset about it, keep in mind, I will have baby pictures, and I will withhold them!