A race between kitchen and baby

It's been seven days since I last posted anything. And what a turbulent seven days that has been. Oh, wait, I mean, nothing really has happened.
There's no video to post, mainly because finding the right moment to videotape a pregnant woman in her last 2 weeks is like hunting the elusive snipe.
Beth has little or no energy BUT she has ankles again. Finally. They re-emerged yesterday. I noticed it as I was giving her her nightly foot massage. I have never been so sick of peppermint Lush lotion! Trouble sleeping, discomfort, the works.
As if some cosmic joke, yesterday our lead carpenter and project manager informed us that he pulled jury duty. So, he is out for who knows how long. He's almost done, though, so that's good. And by almost done I mean he has to install 20% of the drawers and cabinets, 100% of the drawer and cabinet faces, the doors on the pantry, the storage above the pantry, the storage above the fridge and washer, the doors for the washer and dryer. He still has yet to build the shelves for the pantry, the dog food receptacle, the trash bin, the corner cabinet, the floating cabinet for the ipod/keys/checkbook, the dog food tray at the end of the peninsula with cookbook shelves and the coffee garage. So, yeah, he's almost done.
The painters are here though, so at least one coat of the white and red is going up, hell or high water.
Oh, did I mention that the microwave doesn't work? Yeah, they spent 2 days installing it only to find out that it won't turn on. Technician is coming today.
There is no way this kitchen is going to be finished by the baby. I just can't see how it's going to happen.
With any luck, the electricians will be here and they will get their jobs done. But, who knows anymore? At least the tile guys came on time and did their work.

Beth has a doc's appointment today and I won't be able to go with her as I have to oversee the work here.

Hey! We picked a pediatrician! Yay! Of the three we saw, only two were wearing yarmulkas. And the reason the third wasn't was, well, she was a she.
But, she was too holistic, to homeopathic, too California kooky for us. And the second one was very old and knew NOTHING about cystic fibrosis. He didn't even know how it is transmitted. The number one genetic killer of kids and you don't know about it???
The third one we played phone tag with for 9 days. FINALLY, we managed to stop by on a day when he was there and what a great decision that was. Kind, smart, on the ball. And we loved the practice. All the patients' parents were nice, funny, and the office was very kid friendly and parent safe. Or vice versa.
Dr. Nagle made a point, once we told him about Liz, to tell us about a preliminary stool test he could do after Zoe is born, to check for CF. Then he said he would email the staff, in case she was born while he was still away for Passover. When Beth walked by his office on the way back to the bathroom he was holding our file and emailing. Love that guy!
So, Zoe has a pediatrician.
Also, yesterday we stopped by the cop shop for our appointment to have the car seat installed. Officer Goldstein (what's with all the jews?) was great. As soon as he sawy the car seat he said, "This is a great car seat. It goes all the way to 30 pounds. Good choice." That made us feel great. Thank you, Dave, Julie, Iden and Jen.
So, Here's a couple of pix.

Zoe's seat. It now becomes very real. And Huck has less room.....poor guy.


The stove and microwave area. The tile looks nice, huh?


The main work station. To the left of the sink. To the right of the stove.


The Fridge.
I know, I know, who posts pictures of their refigerator. But, truth be told, the whole kitchen sort of keyed off this appliance. The bottom freezer, the french doors with the built in ice/water dispenser...When we saw this on "I want that!" We said, "I want that!" and designed the kitchen around it.




Zoe is due to arrive in 12 days. Hard to believe. Impossible to imagine. Beyond exciting. Please check back often or subscribe as we will be posting pix of her as soon as we can after she is born.