Parenthetical Three

Find a pediatrician

Find a pediatric urologist

Visit at least two daycares

Submit maternity leave vacation request form

Pack birth center bag

Buy iPod dock

Have Joey make a packing list for himself

Print a packing list for me

Pack baby blanket (finish baby blanket!)

Finish nursery

Buy a spray bottle

Find/ buy crib bolts

Make two more crib sheets

Buy a frame for the wide print

Build laundry basket tower

Empty desk

Post-birth prep

Buy post-natal mama supplies

Buy birthday party paraphernalia

Communicate visitors’ expectations to family

Wash and store guest room bedding

Wash and store extra master bedroom sheets, including mattress protector

Rearrange our bedroom for pack n play, diaper changing station?

Clean out laundry room

Print out grocery list

Print out animal care guidelines

Get a couple hundred dollars in cash (twenties)

Dear kiddo o’ mine –

This week was a big week for your dad in terms of fatherhood as he made the decision to sell his beloved Civic to get a car in which you’d be able to join him on adventures. He came home one day concerned that you’d be jostled and shaken if he ever had to drive you in the car (never mind that it lacked a back seat) and within a week, sold the car, found a better one, and bought it.

Good job, Dad!

We’ve now purchased two cars with you in mind – the Mazda SPEED3 hatchback we bought the weekend before we knew you were with us for sure and the Outback Legacy wagon we bought with just six weeks left until you join us.

Speaking of six weeks, I know everyone believes I’ll be impatient and ready for you to get out of me, but right now I think you can hang out inside me for as long as you want… and that should be at least six more weeks, mkay? You’re easy to carry, don’t require diaper changes, and sleep through the night. Plus, I hear it’s pretty comfy for you in there, right? Much as I want to meet you, a week or two won’t make too much of a difference in the end, so do feel free to stay until week 40!

I’m looking forward to having you join us on adventures. Who am I kidding? I’m looking forward to the fact that having you will spur us to have adventures. Your grandpa used to take your dad on adventures, you know. Today we took the dogs to the Nature Center hiking trails down to the quarry and had a great time; I can’t wait until we devise adventures just for you. I think you’ll love to check out bugs and plants and throw sticks into the water for your doggies. Beau can’t wait to meet you so he can have his very own kid!

Your room is sort of ready for you. I lost the bolts to your crib so we’re figuring that out, but you now have clothes and sheets and a bed, books and toys and a monitor, a stroller and carseat and super comfy rocking chair. You are geared up, buddy boy.

You also have a name, one we won’t post here because I don’t want it to be searchable on the ‘net. I wonder if that will still matter by the time you’re old enough to care? No idea, but I’ll just say that I really like your name and am very glad your dad agreed to modifying his name to make it special for you.

You continue to be a very active little gymnast inside me, flipping and turning and rearranging my insides. When I’m full or have to go potty, I’ll admit to being annoyed when you tap on my bladder or smush my intestines, but most of the time I think it’s great that you’re so active.

Love you.
Mama

I noted last week that I was starting to feel the effects of a larger fetus on my body. This is apparently a trend that will continue.

We went to a wedding last night, all outdoors, in the 90-ish degree heat, and though I held up better than I expected, the standing was far more painful than I would have guessed. We didn’t sit during the reception, standing instead at a bar table the whole time. Big mistake. By the time we got home just a few hours later, my back was on fire, tailbone felt “off,” and ankles and feet were killing me. And I wasn’t wearing uncomfortable shoes! A loooooong soak in a warm bath helped relax all the painful places well enough to sleep, though, so it all turned out well.

Being eight months pregnant is a funny thing. I feel fine… until I don’t. I get all fired up to do something — paint a room, build a bookcase, roll over (ha) — and only when I begin do I realize I’m not so able. Either the extra weight makes it difficult (cutting in paint along a ceiling means I step up onto a chair over and over, a more difficult situation with an extra 25 pounds) or I’m just not able to maneuver effectively. We tend to put our power tools on the ground and squat down to use them, but I can’t manage that anymore. Last weekend when we built another cubbie, I sat on an ottoman the whole time. Ha!

So at the wedding, I kept thinking, “That woman’s pregnant and she’s fine! That other woman’s pregnant and she’s dancing!” It was only as we were leaving that it occurred to me that how far along one is in pregnancy also matters. Eight months is pretty far along!

We almost bought a boat this week and are suffering through the after-effects of post-non-purchase regret. It was very 80′s retro, in great condition, but with a few little challenges that made us pass on it. A few hours later, though, we frantically called the guy to try to buy it, but we think he’d already sold it. Bummer.  We had a great time thinking through how our lives would work, though. I love that – love dreaming. Because I’m a practical dreamer, our discussions led to research on how best to secure an infant on a boat, where to find an infant-sized life vest, and which sunscreens to put on newborns, but it was fun! (Also led to a dream where we couldn’t figure out how to keep the baby from flying out of the boat when we hit a wake, but it was a strangely campy dream, not a nightmare. Huh.)

Body

I think I’m doing great. Really! I weighed myself during HippieBirthing and weighed about the same as I did a couple of weeks ago. I gained about a half pound in three weeks so far, which probably means I gained the majority of my pregnancy weight in second trimester and won’t gain so much this trimester. We’ll see; clearly this can change at any time.

My boobs are hilariously uneven, with my left one being pretty obviously bigger (and thus, hanging lower) than my right.  Since I still haven’t found a bra that really fits these bodacious ta-ta’s, I’m wearing cotton bras that mostly fit under snug cotton tank tops. Together, the two keep me pretty well-supported, though the tank tops are now too short to cover ma belly.

I’ve gained in my thighs and butt but overall, I’m feeling pretty good in my head about my body and in my body right now. Yes, this despite the record-breaking heat wave that’s making the extra weight super awesome to carry around and be insulated by.

Soul

Good! Okay, I’m a little freaked out by the thoughts of our preparedness for this kid to join us, but what’s new. We have a bit of time, still (I hope). I started reading “The Baby Whisperer” the other night and I love it! The author is very adamant that you remember that your baby is his very own person and treat him with respect — as one would any other person — from the get-go, and I’m completely loving it. Really! To me, he’s always been a separate being, his own person, a  little creature who is his own guy more than he’s ours. Does that make any sense? I’m just his incubator.

Baby

And boy, is he making use of the flexibility of his incubator. Last night I couldn’t sleep because he was contorting himself from one sideways position to another. His head seems to be down (still), but the rest of his body is practicing acrobatics. I keep reminding myself that all that movement is good. My tendency seems to be to figure out what’s wrong when he goes all wild in there, but he’s practicing for the outside world, right?

I think we’ve decided what to name him after debating two different middle names for a while. The second one was a leeeetle too awesome and quirky, so we’re going slightly safer… I think. And I remembered why we weren’t telling people about our name ideas. They offer input, and honestly? Don’t really want input. Soooo, back to not telling anyone until we’re firmly decided.

Back I go to not-waddling, not-stressing and drinking tons of water. I might paint the kitchen today, or maybe the basement stairs, or maybe make a laundry basket cubbie if I can stand the heat.

We had a great wedding, but I was not as prepared with the little itty bitty detail kind of things as I should have been, leading to many familial trips to the store and lots (and lots) of questions.

The questions were overwhelming, even coming from well-meaning people.

So, in preparation for this next time our families descend upon us en masse — and the addition of a new baby, to boot — I’m trying to pay attention to the details, which means many, many lists.  Unlike wedding planning, though, these aren’t lists of things I know anything about.

Fun times.

Supplies needed for baby:

(Make) cloth wipes – DIY project, just have to make the time

(Buy) spray bottles for wipe solution

(Buy) another couple of packs of pre-fold diapers to use as burp cloths

(Order) diaper pail liners

(Make) crib sheets – finally bought the elastic, should be an easy project this weekend

(Buy) bath soap/ wash/ something?

(Buy) more towels. Babies can use regular towels, right? And more people towels will come in handy when we have visitors.

(Buy) a few more bottles and a couple of cans (containers?) of formula just in case

(Decide) baby bath tub? Our bathroom sink is too small for a PUJ and I don’t relish the idea of leaning over our regular tub with an infant. Our kitchen sink is usually full of coffee cups. Not sure what to do here.

(Decide) bouncer? This seems to be the most consistent way moms manage the baby while showering, and I like showers, so….

Feels like I’m missing something….

Supplies needed for me (all to be purchased):

Maxi pads – any specific recommendations?

Tucks pads

Ice packs…?

Bra pad inserts

Another huge water bottle (I keep up with water intake better when I only have to refill my 32 oz. bottle twice)

More yoga pants

A few button-down cotton shirts or zippy jackets

Some stretchy tank tops

More bras

Breastfeeding pillow (anyone want to sell a Brest Friend?)

A breastfeeding cover

Supplies needed for us:

(Decide) Blackout curtains for the bedroom

(Buy) A king bed frame (our mattresses are on the floor and I HATE)

(Store) Fresh clean sheets and pillows

(Decide) A full-sized fridge (long story)

(Make) A ready-to-go Amazon Subscribe & Save order (and plan!)

(Make) A birth center packing list and bag

Supplies needed for visitors:

(Buy) Kleenex

(Buy) Extra coffee, coffee creamer, to-go cups

(Buy) Extra toilet paper

(Store) Fresh clean sheets and pillows

(Make) A grocery shopping list with map to nearest stores

(Buy) Extra house keys

(Make) A dog/ cat care guide (who eats when, where, their special words, etc)

(Buy) Extra cleaning stuff in one place, like wipes and sprays and such

Replace shower curtain

Last week at HippieBirthing, a woman two weeks ahead of me in her pregnancy was telling us about her terrible back pain and extreme discomfort. Though I should know better, I’ll admit to a teeny tiny bit of smugness as I thought to myself, “I’m doing really well, physically!”

Ahem.

One week later, though I wouldn’t call anything I’m feeling “terrible,” I do feel a difference. Baby Boy feels like he’s slipped down a few inches in my belly, so suddenly the urge to pee sneaks up on me. With the hot weather, I realize late in the evening that I feel crappy because I haven’t had enough water, so I catch up, leading to 4:00 am wake-up’s to go potty. And whoa, nellie, this little dude feels like he gained at least a few pounds judging by how much  more difficult it is to carry him around this week.

But I’m still feeling pretty good, moving pretty well, and very much wanting he-who-is-not-yet-but-almost-named to stay happily ensconced in my too-tight belly for 8 more weeks.

Mentally I’m doing pretty well, too. Work was challenging in that throw-something-then-cry-in-frustration way but I’m on the upswing from a pregnancy perspective. The nursery is looking better and being close enough to being finished with this pregnancy but far enough away to still be able to put things off is quite a good place to be.

Baby Cakes is a gymnast, flipping and turning and flipping again. I got up for a potty break at 4:00 this morning and his antics kept me from being able to go back to sleep. Here’s hoping he’s more of a 6:00 am baby than a 4:00 am one and this was just an anomaly. He’s moving so much my stomach often looks like a cat in a sack as it changes shapes.

Oh, and the poor kid has some serious (and frequent) hiccups. I think I read they’re good for him, but poor little guy! Nobody likes the hiccups.

I’m starting to form an idea of his personality, mostly wrong, I’m sure, but still fun to contemplate. He’s active but sweet, sometimes easily annoyed but just as easily placated, and plays hard before crashing hard.

Wheeeeee, we’re going to have a baby soon! (But not too soon, mkay? Stay in there, buddy. It’s a good place for you to be.)

I attended our first HypnoBirthing class alone this week because Joey had food poisoning, but it was really good.  I spent the past day thinking about giving birth and what I’ll need to lessen my anxiety about the whole shebang, leading to posts here and on the main mothership, plus lots of thoughts flying through my head.

Body

I’m now pregnant enough that I don’t dislike my body as much as before. Man, this belly is getting round! My boobs continue to grow (oy) and my butt is definitely part of the party, but trying to have better posture is making a difference, even if it does feel like I’m leaning back when I walk.

Soul

Good! I realized the other day how well this pregnancy has gone. Sure, I’ve had discomforts, but I’m in third trimester and have so far avoided any critical side effects.  I’m a bit stressed about all there is to do before Baby Boy gets here (nursery! fence! kitchen! bed!) but perhaps now I’ll stop procrastinating.

I sanded and primed the crib (took FOREVER) and just need to decide how I’m going to paint it.

Baby

Wow, he is moving! He’s flipping around and poking and prodding and sometimes tap dancing. I’m almost able to tell which body part is doing the moving.  Almost!

I’m having a hard time imagining giving birth in a way that doesn’t make me anxious and procrastinate-y. Since I haven’t been through childbirth, I’m going to need to find other experiences that’ll give me some clues into what I’ll need.

I know from the experience of getting through our wedding day…

when I’m anxious or stressed, I’m not at my best with other people

I’m easily overwhelmed by decisions, even small ones

I’m not very good at carving out the quiet time I need unless I plan for it ahead of time

++ One of the best grounding moments I had the day of our wedding was sitting and writing thank you notes to my people while getting ready after Jen and Joey agreed I should hide out in the bedroom.

• Pack thank you notes in my birth bag

I know from the experience of planning our wedding…

the details will be important to me when the experience unfolds, but I’ll blow them off ahead of time because I won’t want to deal with them. On our wedding day, the few little things I got done brought me a lot of happiness.

++I had a great time showing off the goofy little table markers, but I was very tired from staying up until 2:00 am printing them.

• If I want to have favors or send e-announcements, I should create them now.

I know from the experience of feeling nauseous and ill during the first trimester…

Joey needs to know what he can do to help, but having to tell him what to do to help will annoy me

I might just want to lay still

I don’t agree with any suggestions people make to try to help me, but if I do them, they’ll help

sometimes I just have to cry and wallow and feel badly for myself

I’ll worry about Joey and his comfort

++ It was very helpful to both of us when I told Joey exactly what he should do before it was necessary (“When you hear me start puking, please get me a glass of water, sit next to me in the bathroom, and rub my back”).

• Joey and I should talk now about what we think will be helpful (and what won’t)
• I should warn him that I’ll need him to “call” the final decision if any must be made
• I will note in my birth plan that I will need to be cajoled into doing things that’ll make me feel better
• I should expect that I’ll cry at some point during labor
• I should pack a fan to take
• Joey will need to pack a bag for himself (or make a checklist) soon

I know from the experience of hosting guests…

I will very much care what the house looks like, smells like, and how well it functions

A clean refrigerator will ease my anxiousness

Knowing what we’ll eat is very important to me

++ When my mom and Pancho came to visit, having a nice guest room made me feel good, though I wish I’d changed the bathroom shower curtain.

• I should change the shower curtain now before I forget
• I could plan for and store meals for the first week
• I should have a clean set of sheets ready and stored with a note to someone (in-laws) to please change them before we come home
• I should start a “if you want to help get things ready before we come home” list for my in-laws, if they’re willing
• I will make a list of all the closets and cupboards that need to be dealt with

I like this! I think I’ll add to it as we get closer… and hopefully cross things off, too.

We spent last week at the beach, hence my lack of a post for week 28. Other than having to work while I was there — and, as always, doing too much web surfing and not enough relaxing — it was wonderful. Our friends and my brother joined us for a few days and the dogs had a blast.

Baby boy, you’ve been on yet another trip and traveled like a champ!

Body:

This morning I had my first Braxton-Hicks contraction, ironically while timing kicks on the new app I downloaded onto my Blackberry. Despite my actually paying attention to my belly, it took me a while to connect that the strange sensation wasn’t just my kiddo stretching reeeeeaallly wide!

I’m getting less mobile now so I’m finally going to start going to prenatal yoga. While on vacation, my indigestion and heartburn were much better, but now that we’re home, back to the burning and urpiness. I think the drainage from the allergies is to blame. (Gross.)

No stretch marks but my boobies continue to grow; the left is now growing faster/ bigger than the right. This morning another first: a drop of booby leakage on the t-shirt I wore to sleep. Ew/ cool. I don’t know how weight gain is going so I’ll scare up the scale tomorrow to find out.

Generally, though, I’m feeling pretty good!

Soul:

We finally (finally!) started to deal with the nursery – together. After painting the walls and ceiling myself, my husband joined me in picking up the crib… which I hated. I exchanged the first one because I didn’t like the off-white color, choosing instead a “plain wood” one, but when I unwrapped it, the darned thing was cherry. Ugg. I HATE cherry furniture. My husband got to decide whether he would rather take it back (rewrap, load, and drive back) or something else and he chose something else, so we’re painting it.

What color? Green like grass or bright red. Or white if I chicken out but I hope I don’t.

Putting the nursery together made me feel much better about everything, though we still have quite a bit of work to do in there. It’ll get done. Eventually.

Baby:

Kicky McKickeroo is now training me to wake up before 6:00 am. Last week on vacation it was between 6:30 and 7, but since last weekend I’m awakened by the sudden need to pee (thank you, kick to the bladder) around 5:45 or 6. After 15 minutes of denial, I get up to go potty and can’t go back to sleep. The earlyness has been happening for at least three weeks; the 6 am awesomeness for a week.

I’m rather heartened by how quickly I’ve adapted to early mornings after months (ahem, years) of being a late sleeper. Good job training your mama, kiddo!

I wonder if his post-utero behavior will resemble his in-utero schedule?  If so, he’s awake from 6-ish until 8-ish, then again from 10:30-ish to noon-ish, then again sometime in late afternoon (I’m usually in the middle of my busiest working so don’t pay as much attention to the time). He pokes around for a little while after we eat dinner and then settles down until 10-ish at night… then we start all over again.

I think he’s strong and active. Kick counting sessions are lasting about 10 minutes on average (for the uninitiated, you keep track of how long it takes to feel 10 movements with a goal of feeling 10 in 2 hours).

Still no name but we’re starting to narrow ourselves down to a few options.  All in all, things are going well!

I really struggle with all the pregnancy math. Depending on where you look, third trimester begins with week 27 (meaning each of the first two trimesters is 13 weeks and the third trimester is 14 weeks) or week 28 (making the second trimester the one with the “bonus” week). I’m going with the former because it makes me feel like I’ve hit a milestone.

This woman needs to feel like she hit a milestone other than “the last pair of pre-pregnancy cargo pants don’t fit because her butt is growing” and “once again, not fitting into any of her bras.”

So, third trimester it is!

According to my handy-dandy pregnancy week/ month reference post, I’ve also just begun my seventh month, to which I say HALLELUJAH. Again, a milestone, and more importantly something to make me feel less large. I’m five feet tall and have a short torso which is yes, totally what it sounds like, an excuse I tell myself when I feel icky and round because of all the weight I’ve gained, I admit it. I don’t even know how much weight as I don’t weigh myself regularly, but my butt is growing, people, and that only happens with some serious weight gain.

Also, being in third trimester and my seventh month means I have approximately three more months of the Pregnant Me life I’ve come to terms with but don’t enjoy. At dinner with my in-laws today, I joked that I could only eat three things… and as they quizzed me, I realized the joke wasn’t far from the truth.

This is how I stay functional:

• High-fiber cereal for breakfast. Cannot. Be. Skipped.
• Sandwich (no onions, no peppers, no pickles) for lunch. Sometimes I go crazy and get a plain salad instead, then eat some sardines or tuna for protein.
• Salad for dinner, sometimes even with some fried chicken on top, but not more than about three bites. Again, no onions, no peppers, no spice and light on the dressing.

With few deviations, this is how I live eat now. And it’s sad, but when I cheat, I feel terrible all night, and let’s be honest, I feel terrible most nights anyway. Why make it worse?

My stomach is clearly shrinking and I’ve found the need to ration my water drinking lest it bubble back up into my throat (gross, but I’m used to it).  Today I got heartburn from a sip of Gatorade. And the oft-purported constant need to pee seems to have finally come to visit. (Also, the “no, I’m fine, I don’t have to go… OHMYGODIMIGHTPEEONMYSELF” transitions are here with a vengeance. I almost hugged the nice lady at Old Navy who let me cut in front of her in the bathroom line. Seriously, the kindness made me a little misty, but I was too focused on getting in and getting my pants down to pause for more than a, “Oh, bless you. THANK YOU!” as I zoomed past her.)

And, one last gripe: I have either pulled an abdominal muscle or my kiddo has kicked a bruise into my gut because I have an ache in one spot that won’t go away. Wow, it hurts – and not in a seriously scary painful way that means I need to call a doctor, but in a crap, that freaking hurts annoyance way.

Bright sides: my son is getting really strong and super active. Yesterday morning he woke me up by doing a series of flips over and over and over (another milestone: first woken up by my kid at the crack of dawn on a weekend). This morning when I rolled from one side to the other, he pushed his hard, round head up against my side until it was clearly visible and distorting my stomach.

I can’t help but think of whichever one of those vampire books describes her half-vampire fetus destroying her insides as it grows. My kid, thankfully, is all human so it’s mostly just discomfort. And pride. And a husband who asks, “Are you sure he’s all human?” when I mention this. Funny guy.

Almost all of our baby stuff is purchased and shoved in the nursery except one (ahem, CRIB, I’m talking about you). Research to-do’s are limited to daycare, bottles, and breastfeeding. (Which reminds me, must read that breastfeeding book I bought a month ago.) I’m fairly certain which sleep guidance book we’ll be using (more on that later). The nursery is (finally, mostly) painted and just needing a few things to be built (bookcases!) and that darned crib to get here.

This month I’ll need to lock down my maternity leave plan and the whole paid/ unpaid breakdown, decide which furniture is staying in the nursery and what should be sold, finish that breastfeeding book and organize my notes on what to remember for the first few weeks with baby.  Also: rip up the floors in the kitchen, remove the cabinet doors and paint what’s left, and convince my husband to replace the counter and sink for me. Oh, and sign up for a birthing class.

The research should be a breeze while we’re at the beach. The rest? Well, it’ll get done.

Body:

Plump. I’m reminding myself constantly that this body is only temporary – and it’s nourishing my baby. But… bigger boobies, a very round tummy, and increasing awkwardness and (more) clumsiness are not so fun.

Soul:

Meh. It’s finally sinking in that soon we’ll be parents. Ack. I’m focusing on the fun stuff (we’ll get to travel with our kiddo!) and less on the scary stuff (what happens when we inevitably disagree on something?).

In general, I’d say I’m doing pretty well and other than the body stuff, am adjusting to a new normal. In my head, anyway.

Baby:

Kicky McKickerston. Wow. He’s growing stronger and more active every day, and it’s both awesome and really uncomfortable.  We are less certain about his name than ever before but not worked up about it, a good thing.  The debate continues….

Three. More. Months. (*happy sigh*)

I skipped a few weeks and I feel bad, until I remember I blog for myself. The idea that this format will be around in 20+ years is a little nutty, never mind the idea that my child (son, no less) would want to read every detail of every feeling during my pregnancy with him.

But here we are, week 25!  Time is passing slowly again, thank goodness, since we have so much left to do and so little energy to do it.

Perhaps on this, week three of the project, we’ll finish painting the nursery. I used to paint a room in a quick hour or two between conference calls, but now, it takes multiple weekends.

Most big decisions have been made leaving us with stuff to purchase (ugg, purchase) and clean (ew, clean). And then wait.  At least one can watch “In Plain Sight” serially on Netflix while waiting.

Body: growing. Everyone wants to see a picture of what I look like. Why? I don’t get it and am rather against it. “Hey, look at Marisa swelling! Neat!” I’m trying to be more understanding of the desire to be a part of this. Not succeeding just yet, but trying.

My boobs continue to get bigger. Bigger! The 34 (one size up) F/G bra I bought a month ago is too small. Oi. Only one size bigger is even available. Argh.  My belly’s getting bigger, too, and I kind of like it, if only because it gives the kiddo more room to play. I also have a linea negra and feel surprisingly affectionate toward it – it makes my belly look pregnant rather than just big.

Still no formal exercise plan but I did take the dogs for a walk last week. Perhaps I’ll break my own record and do it two weeks in a row. And I’m watching what I eat, if only because eating so many things makes me feel so bad. No fried foods, spicy foods, heavy foods, sugary foods… I’m down to grilled chicken salads. Awesome.

Soul: Surprisingly good! I’m really excited about meeting this kid. Pregnancy? Not so fun, but it’s just the journey to the beginning of life with this kiddo.  I’m totally ignoring any thoughts about childbirth, figure I can manage that for another month before I have to face the facts and deal. And I’m quickly learning to defer (deny?) the stuff I just can’t deal with right now. It’s working! In good time, I find I’m more able to deal with the thing I was ignoring. Must. Just. Trust.

Baby: new tricks every day! He can stick body parts up under my ribs AND kick me in the bladder at the same time! And sometimes he pushes his head into my side too! I’m proud of him… strange given how uncomfortable his new tricks are. But proud. “Hey, little dude learned a new painful thing!” My husband just stares in confusion.

He’s getting bigger, has a ticker that beats just like it should, and according to wives’ tales, will emerge with a full head of hair given the amount of heart burn I have. I think he’ll be pretty cute once he gets out of that awkward alien newborn stage, but I’m sure we’ll love them just the same.