The Interview

Monday I headed down to Salem for an interview. It was a nice first interview as I was already acquainted with a few of the people working there, plus I had visited the lab before so I knew my way around a bit. The only real downside was the timing as I had not planned to do any interviewing while so massively pregnant. I quickly learned that pregnancy and professional attire don't readily mix. Fortunately, I was able to come up with something I thought was fairly acceptable based on things I already had (plus some new jewelry from Santa).

As you can see, I had to make some accommodations for my pre-pregnancy skirt. Fortunately, those extra long maternity shirts kept my un-zipped state unknown.

I thought the interview went quite well and I was impressed with the operation. Everyone seemed to get along well. And despite all the nasty things people have been telling Mac about Salem, everyone there seemed to think it was a great place to live.

A lot of the interview day was spent describing different aspects of the job. The docs all work the standard pathology week (4.5 days) when they aren't enjoying their ample vacation time. In the off hours the pathologists are engaged in activities like building mansions, buying horses, and driving Porches. I think it would be a struggle, but that I might, in time, learn to tolerate that kind of thing. Anyway, I am hoping they offer me the job, which is why I am off to write a suck-up thank you letter (even though I really should be writing thank you's to my family for all the nice shower gifts).

Zoo Lights

On Sunday we had the distinct pleasure of joining Harrison's birthday celebration at the zoo lights. Mac and I had never been and I was quite anxious to go this year. I started out very cranky and worried about my sore back and my big interview the next day, but as soon as we got into the zoo, I was so glad we had said yes.

I was a big fan of the crocs.

This was me, trying to be cute, but it just started a kid fight over who got to climb the goat next. We went to sit down and left Jeremy and Jenn to deal with it. :)

Christmas Tree

Last Sunday we got our Christmas tree, a cute little thing just about my height. Wednesday I finally got it all decorated.

Pillow Princess

The last few months I have had a terrible time sleeping. The bowling ball abdominal attachment I am sporting these days just makes things really uncomfortable. Many people have advocated the use of multiple pillows to alleviate some of the discomfort, but the suggestions didn't really help. Putting a pillow between my legs seemed as uncomfortable as having a sack of potatoes between my knees. Sleeping with a pillow on either side of me not only hogged more of the bed than Mac usually takes, but also made me like I was rolling over the cats all night long. This week I finally found a pillow configuration to help. I gathered almost all the pillows in the house (one night Mac had to go on a hunt for a new one) and built a huge pilllow tower at the head of my bed, an inclining slope starting at my back and terminating in a stack of four pillows at my head. It's a little awkward for "pillow talk" with Mac on the mattress flatlands a good two feet below, but it is so nice to be able to sleep on my back again!

50 days

Today is 50 days from D-day - but I am taking an optomimstic view and hoping I won't have to make it that long before popping out a little human. In fact, the little one seems to be trying to find a way out on a near continual basis, kicking me in every possible direction, sometimes quite forcefully.

De-light-ful

Yesterday Mac put the lights up on the house. After trimming the eaves in white, he went to add one strand of colored lights. As he plugged that strand in there was one glorious millisecond before everything shorted out. Fortunately, the fuse was easily fixed and the colored lights now have a different power source.

We also took dinner to the Cronks yesterday, which served as our first chance to meet Henry. Courtney kept telling me how much better it was to have him out than in, but I didn't need any convincing.

Over-pinked

After two surprise showers (with two full suitcases worth of stuff), Mac has been feeling over-pinked. I used to hold up outfits at random times and say, "Look how cute this is!," and he would at least nod in acknowledgement. Now he just replies in a flat voice, "It's pink." At the showers I tried to psyche him up with each non-pink gift: "Look, it's not pink," but that got tougher, too, when he declared, "Lavender is the same thing as pink." I tried to employ J. Crew tactics, using names like periwinkle and melon, but he wasn't buying. Mac did warm up to one pink outfit - a cute little T-shirt printed with the words "Daddy's little princess."

I still love all the pink. I feel like I get to live a vicarious girlie childhood after spending mine as a tomboy. But after taking pictures of everything, I am amazed at how fast we have accumulated so much pink in our house.