The baby is kicking the living jesus out of me. Well, he was last night. He kicked me so hard I jumped up. When Jeff put his hand on my stomach he calmed down. Let's hope that works once he's out of the uterus as well. Jeff will be like an evangelical preacher (that's no longer a dig about his hair-do. He keeps it short now) ..he can just 'lay hands upon him'...
so that's all--the baby is kicking and kicking. which is good. on monday we go for an anatomy scan---which always makes me nervous. Any doctor appointment is exciting/nerve racking. That box on the ground next to my feet is from Cosco. We bought some cheese and bagels.
I really SHOULD turn my blog into a book...the riveting details of my life should be cashed in on...
oh goody - 2 entries to catch me up! tres artay! you gassy detective you. so glad you are back home together for a moment. you still look amazing, and yes - isn't it affirming when you cross that line of people just wondering if you got a boob job (that part didn't happen to me), or gained 10 pounds, or both - awkward...
ReplyDeletethe tomatoes are stunning!