19 and 20 Weeks

Her senses, now developed, lead me to quiet moments, all alone, just the two of us, so I can sing to her. We are so eager to kiss her little fingers and toes, to play with her, to just simply love her.
She constantly reminds me that she is around...tapping my belly at my desk, fluttering around my tummy after a workout, kicking me swiftly if I accidentally roll over on my stomach when I sleep. I love being aware of her, knowing she is there.
Finally we know that she is actually a she and we are feeling so blessed. Already, she goes by Olivia and it seems to suit her so perfectly. She has turned her parents into a blubbering mess in the best possible sense. We love her already.

Apparently, THIS Is Important

This morning I was reading an article online about how our lives would be impacted during "the worst case scenario" of a Swine Flu pandemic. The article lists thing after thing of horrible ways our lives would be affected should major disaster strike. Among the obvious "schools shutting down" and "possible shortage of hospital beds" they felt it important to include:

"People would avoid movie theaters and rent DVDs instead."

Seriously? This statement falls under "Worst Case Scenario?" Worst case scenario that also includes 90 million be affected and a shortage of vaccination and necessary health care? Really?

And........

Here it is...

Only here by demand.....

My 5 month belly.

Um?

When the husband and I saw this movie trailer on TV the other night we were left speechless. Jaws on the floor, all we could do was stare at each other, completely dumbfounded, utterly disturbed.

We give the mere concept of this movie two very enthusiastic thumbs down.

Weeks 16-17-18

The Little One is wiggling and moving. It's tiny punches and kicks are more frequent, but still unpredictable enough that every time I feel something, I hold my breathe and eagerly wait for more. Although I'm not generally granted my wishes for more movement, I am grateful. Only a few more weeks before we determine if our Little One will be a pink or blue Little One

A trip to the ER and lots of muscle spasms have consumed much of the last few weeks. It has been such intense pain, B has had to all but pick me up to help me move around. My inability to move like a normal person has been torture, but somehow ended up being a blessing in disguise.....down time=time with B.

I have felt a lot of "Am I ready for this?" feelings. My own doubts often try to cast shadows over what I know to be good and right. The adversary works in interesting and cruel ways and I am grateful for the strength to be able to see past them.

10 Loves

1. My mom. Really, do I need to explain this? Every girl needs a Mama like mine. She is way too hard on herself 99.7% of the time and takes very little credit for all that she does. I love her, she is amazing.
2. Big Sleeza. Because she is awesome. And hilarous. And feisty. And a rough, tough, cream puff. And I adore her.
3. Little Sleeza. Because she is awesome. And hilarous. And a fighter. And a tender heart. And I adore her.
4. Tasha. She is my sister in-law and quickly becoming one of my dearest friends. We have more in common than I had expected two years ago. She has become such an awesome support system for me. I am so grateful for her and that we both get to experience this wonderful weirdness called pregnancy for the first time, at the same time.
5. The fact that my 3 kiddos now favor my husband over me. Normally, I would be saddened by this. But actually, it makes me swoon.
6. Casch calling Brandon "Bandy."
7. Audio books. They make long drives infinitely more bearable.
8. My step dad...I have so much respect and gratitude for him. There are no words to describe how happy I am that he found my mom, that he is willing to take care of his kids, even though three of those kids aren't actually his. I just love him.
9. The Internet...so that I can constantly reassure myself that weird little feelings in pregnancy are actually big fat nothings.
10. Watching my husband play "Monster Under the Bed" with my three kiddos...while he is literally hiding under a crib. It does my heart so much good.

Happy Thursday