It was peaceful on the dock as we watched the sun quickly sink behind the trees across the lake. Z enjoyed a beer while I rolled myself onto the bench and stared down my bobber. We didn't get any bites, but had a good hour by the water before the bugs started attacking. Damn ankle-biters. The trip back up the hill to the house was enough to get a good sweat going, and I have to say, there's something about seeing those fishing rods resting on the porch where we set them before we went into the house.
Tonight, I'm staying in out of the heat and the humidity for the rest of the night. I may venture out to take Blue around the small loop of the neighborhood, but I feel like I should spend the rest of the night organizing Jooner's clothes and goodies. We are at 33 weeks, and today's ultrasound and visit with the nurse went really well. My little boy is growing well (in the 61st percentile), has a steady heart rate of 132, and is perfect.
I don't feel like nesting, I feel the pressure of seven meager pre-baby weeks. I know so much stuff doesn't have to be done before we bring Jooner home, but I would feel more relaxed if so much of it were. Peace of mind. That's what I'm going for. Peace of mind with a happy medium. That's probably more likely.