A posting furlough...

We have been on furlough from posting anything on this site.
So hello again...the Neufelds are back.
I had great intentions of doing the weekly or at least bi-weekly updates of pictures so that I would have a record of what this pregnancy was like week-by-week, but apparently, follow-through is not one of my strong points, but despite having no photographic record of all the weeks since our last pictures post, I am still pregnant.

Here is a small update on where we are at right now...
We had been a little concerned last week because the midwife told us that I was measuring small, and they thought that the baby might not be growing enough.
But our kid is already a champion, and Baby Feldling got an A+ this morning in our ultrasound. He or she is hanging out right at the 49th percentile of size for being 33 weeks along. 4 lbs. 12 oz. currently. (Although I did eat two cookies today so we might have hit 13 oz. by now. :-) The baby also has a very long femur so we are thinking that he or she may take after Daddy in the height department.

In other news, our nursery is coming right along. We painted a few weeks ago, and the school installed new flooring last week. We have a crib and changing table, but they are still in process.

So little Feldling...we already love you like crazy, but we aren't quite ready for your arrival just yet. You can keep hibernating and growing where you are for a few more weeks. Daddy is just kidding about the kicking anyway. He loves it even more than I do. (In addition, if you were born right now, you would probably be nameless. We are still stumped.)
So we'll see you in August. Early August we hope...

Most of these pictures were taken on Saturday, June 20 at Melissa and Lyle's house.

An open letter to the feldling...

Dear Feldling,
Your mother and I are very excited about your continued growth and are eagerly anticipating your arrival. It is possible I am somewhat more excited about it than she is as I will not be participating quite as directly in your emergence into the outside world.
As a quick primer, it's loud, bright, and crowded out here. Not crowded like your current living quarters, crowded like it would be if there were three of you in there. Also, sometimes it rains.
I have a quick complaint to lodge. I know that you have not yet been born and may plead ignorance or that it is unfair to pick on you until the stork's arrival but I am your father and I think I have valid ground upon which to stand.
On this past Sunday morning (I know you're a little fuzzy on concepts like Sunday but bear with me) I was stubbornly clinging to sleep and resisting your mother's prods to wake up, which she cleverly tried to disguise as snuggles. I could have resisted the snuggles but when you awoke and began punching and/or kicking and/or head-butting me in the lower back and kidneys I was compelled from a lovely dream involving sailing a three masted schooner through an ocean of orange jello as my crew and I pursued a fourteen-armed octopus, or possibly a tetradecagopus, beneath a clear green sky.
Normally for so small an offense I would simply ground you for a few days but as you are mainly dependent upon the vehicle of your mother's abdomen it seems a futile gesture.
This written complaint and a request shall have to suffice.
The request is this: in future please save your pummellings for your immediate environs and lay off the old man, he's not getting any younger and any damage could render feeble and hilarious any attempts he might make to play with you in the near and/or distant future.
Your loving, sore, and disgruntled father,
Chadwick