These past two weeks, my belly has just exploded. I went from feeling rather pudgy as we left for Colorado, to feeling totally pregnant by the time we came back. Observe:
Me looking rather chubby with my sisters-in-law before Christmas:
Me looking rather pregnant today:I'm pretty proud of my silly little bump. I walk around mentally shouting "Look at me! I'm with child!" The one damper in my high is realizing that every other woman in Utah has a similar bump. Especially going to a Utah family ward in a new development. Holy cow. I swear almost every woman I saw in the 2 hours I was at church Sunday was pregnant. That's what I get for having a due date in the popular month of June.
The baby is kicking much more regularly lately, and when he does it's obvious that it's the baby. Still anxiously awaiting the day when Brit can feel it, too. I still want to say it aloud every time I feel kicking..... but I'm pretty sure nobody else cares. Good thing I can still tell Brit. Like right now. There he goes.
Despite my prevalent use of the male pronoun, we still don't know the sex. I made the ultrasound appointment today. It made me REALLY mad, though.... my fabulous midwife tried to write the prescription to get the ultrasound in one week (I would be 19 weeks), but I have to go to the hospital to have it done because they don't have ultrasound equipment in the clinic. And the hospital is VERY strict about doing the appointment before 20 weeks EXACTLY. So now I have to wait almost three weeks (since I'm working so much that week) to find out what I'm having on January 22. Argh. I cried like a crazy pregnant lady. I got so hopeful that it would be done next week. I know, I know, it's not THAT far away, but trust me, it feels like forever. Every week feels like a lifetime lately. I'm really tempted to pay the money and have it done early, but Brit is putting his foot down and saying we can't afford it right now.
Sorry. That was a very long, probably very boring story.
In other completely unrelated news, Sadie is no longer part of our family. I don't really want to talk about it. It was a terrible, sucky decision, and I don't want to rehash any part of it.
Eventually I may recap Christmas, at least in pictures. I have a bazillion pictures. It was a lot of fun and a lot of chaos. I love my in-laws. We spent almost two weeks there, and I could have stayed longer.