Minor planet named 'Sfasu' - News

Minor planet named 'Sfasu' - News

Sitting here in Nacogdoches revisiting the place where Tammie and I met. Man have things changed! (yes...we bought baby clothes).

I was just doing a search for any interesting information relating to SFA (aside from the fact that the football team lost EVERY SINGLE GAME this year...) and found this article about an asteroid discovered by SFA University astronomers who then named it after the university -- Sfasu (as the asteroid is now called) is actually considered a 'minor planet' in the solar system and takes 3.68 years to orbit the sun.

I guess good things do come out of Nac -- minor planets named 'Sfasu' and Little Baby Acuff!

Enjoy...

Sha-sha-SHASHOUA!!!

Okay, maybe a little creepy. I can see you through the computer now -- brow furrowed; mouth half opened trying to form the question running through your mind; no words can be uttered, simply, uh...

DOCTOR Shashoua is our (well, Tammie's) doctor. I know, I know...I had trouble with it at first. Just think Joshua, then put a SHA- in front. In reality, that is exactly what I had to do just to remember from minute to minute. It is really hard trying to have a conversation with someone in this fashion:

"So, doctor... (okay, joshua, joshua, SHASHOUA), Dr. Shashoua, is her stomach REALLY supposed to be doing that?!"

You get used to it after a while (now I only have to say 'joshua' in my head once!), and to be fair, he really is a good doctor. And Tammie really likes him. This is a really good thing since you never, EVER, want to really make a pregnant woman really mad at you...FOR ANY REASON! (I'm a really slow learner and still really trying to get this one under control...) UPDATE: (I noticed the obsessive use of 'really' in two consecutive sentences and decided to correct the matter...so now it is REALLY obessive!)

Another visit to the doctor today and another good check up. This was a big test because Tammie had to have blood drawn to test her blood sugar. Hopefully it will be below 90 (whatever IT is...), then there won't be any problems and no "special" diet (we all know what that means). And it would be a good thing too, because the cravings are hamburgers and sweets (there is a huge bucket of Halloween candy just waiting to be devoured). Plus, if Tammie has to go on a "special" diet, then everyone living at 1003 Forest Trail has to be (you all are lucky you got out when you did...it's going to be a bumpy ride).

Enough for tonight; Tammie wants the computer to pay bills (why? Who knows...). More later...

The Chairs are Here, The Chairs are Here!!!

You would be excited too if the only way you could sleep was in a recliner...

As with most (if not all) pregnancies, sleeping becomes a real issue, and Tammie has has some of those issues. All the doctors say that you can't sleep on your back unless you are reclining, but of course, if you are reclining, then you can't sleep. Ah the irony...

So our next (and brilliant, if I do say so myself) plan was to buy a recliner for Tammie. Since they are supposed to recline (hence the name, recliner) they will hopefully be more comfortable for Tammie and allow her to get some much needed sleep. Heck, if it works for her, maybe I'll try sleeping in a recliner. Of course, with Tammie in the recliner, I now have the bed all to myself!

And the sweetest part of the deal was three words: Two-for-One! I GET ONE TOO!!!

Another day, Another...checkup?

Once again it's time for the lovely (seemingly redundant) checkup with the doctor.

Seriously, I don't know why we spend our money to do these things. I mean we go in, we wait (and honestly, waiting is the LONGEST part of these visits), blood pressure and other assorted pokes and prods, doctor comes in, heartbeat, everything's "normal," and off we go.

Well, actually, off Tammie went. I unfortunately had a football game (yeah) last night, so I couldn't go (and I would have much rather gone with Tam to the doctor than the football game...). Thank god everything is "normal," because if there had been a problem last night, there was no way that I could have gotten home to be with Tammie, and that is what worried me the most.

And in reality, I do know why we go to these "seemingly redundant" doctor's visits. We go for the reassurance that everything IS "normal," that the baby and mother are healthy and doing well, and to hear that unbelievably fast heartbeat ("normal" though...everyone assures us it is "normal"). We also go to remind ourselves why we are having a kid and to dispel all those thoughts of, "Oh my God...what were we thinking?!" All it takes is a tiny heartbeat and a little kick (to Tammie, of coarse...I don't get kicked by the baby, just Tammie) to remind us why and makes us happy all over again.

Thanks again for your well wishes and prayers. Keep them up...they are working!

PICTURES!!!

Finally...geez, you would think this was hard or something. Turns out I had the correct software all along, just too blind to read the right numbers off the scanner. Sorry!

So here's a little refresher. To the right is Little Baby Acuff at about 7-8 weeks. Tiny little thing...you can barely even make "her" out (I say "her" instead of her because at that time we didn't know. I realize that this is semantics, but I'm writing the blog...you'll have to just deal...okay?).

And know we have Little Baby Acuff at 20 weeks. My how they grow. Soon we'll have to move her into a bigger place (about 5 months from now I'm guessing. And now I can say her because we know. See how this works? Science!).

Heard the heartbeat again. Little Baby Acuff's was racing (about 161 bpm!), but mine skipped. Tammie and I ask ourselves all the time "what were we thinking," but everytime I see these pictures and hear that heart I know why. Everyone deserves to create a little monster...uh, I mean child...of their own.

But for the final coup-de-grace, here is my absolute favorite picture. Pam always said that Tammie used to suck her thumb when she was little. Like mother, like daughter!

There are a couple of other pictures, but one is just a bit creepy (I really, REALLY is...trust me. Those "3D" images aren't always the most flattering) and the other shows "girl" parts. I think I'll keep that one between me and Tammie. A girl has to have some modesty!

Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. So far you all have been doing great. Everything is in perfect order, all tests are good, and both mom and daughter are in good health. Thank you, everyone, for your support and well wishes (now if you will just start sending the supply of diapers that will be desperately needed, I would be forever grateful).