Painting is done. . now for the trim.
Almost ready!

First stop, The breast pump. I was like a deer in headlights. . . . a deer in headlights looking at breast pumps that is. Possibly the most complicated device known to man. 10 Billion replacement pieces, each made for a specific brand. I've built custom computers, programmed dozens of web applications and databases, developed countless business models, but the breast pump. . . well, needless to say, it was no match for me. All of the years in college spent getting a degree meant nothing. . . . I was starting at ground zero. . . and I am SURE that this is only the first of MANY times I will be learning from scratch once the baby gets here. I have happily resolved with myself the fact that I know nothing. It was not the first time that I knew nothing about something. The only thing reassuring me was the fact that I felt confident that I would someday become an expert (or at least a novice) at "buying baby stuff" as I have in the past with other subjects that were new to me.

Now that our little one can hear and respond to what is going on in the outside world, Christie and I have began reading to her at night. At first it was a little strange -- laying in bed with Christie reading a children's book to her belly. But now, our little linquist has started to move around more when we begin reading to her. I think it's her way of saying she likes it and I feel more like I am reading to my little girl rather then a belly.
Christie has been feeling our little girl squirm around now for a couple of weeks. It wasn't until this last week that I felt her first kick. At first it was a slight push, but within the last few days it has turned into a full scale karate kick.