On the ride to drop Marley off at school Brodie and I were discussing his plans for kindergarten next year. He asked whether he could go to school with Marley tomorrow. I told him, “No. But around when the baby comes, will be when you will start kindergarten.”
Cale yells, “WHAT baby?” It was as if everyone was keeping this big secret from him and was he pissed about it.
I am at that point in pregnancy that I think most women experience, where you don’t “feel” pregnant (or the baby for that matter). You also don’t really look pregnant. One friend did ask if I was pregnant based on the way my belly looked, but I would never venture that question to someone not OBVIOUSLY bursting. I, unfortunately, have been the recipient of that question when I was not with child and it is unforgettably humiliating. While I don’t look like a baby oven, I am starting to find everything tight. Soon I will have to break out the maternity gear.
Here’s the 9 week pic for comparison sake…
See not much change. I think I have gained it all in my hips and thighs.
Trying to create my own signs of spring. Let’s just pretend I picked these from outside my house (where all the Christmas decorations are put away), okay?
on how long the outside Christmas decor will remain in place?
We got started working on our homemade valentine’s today. The boys pick out store bought ones for their friends. But we always do a homemade one for their teachers and Daddy.
Even Hobbes is excited to have her home.
We got Dink’s blood work results and everything, except her liver enzymes, is back to normal. Her liver enzymes have gone from in the 1200 range, down to in the 200 range. Basically, it means she ate some sugar-free gum and her liver should be able to rebound and she should do fine. I am one lucky girl.
some things point right at you and you are certain that it is perfect for you.
some baking.
