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I was on the phone with my mom tonight, and (as is my habit now) rubbing at my belly*, and I felt a large, hard lump sticking up where there wasn't a large, hard lump before. I could feel a baby duck! I tapped M until he turned around, and moved his hand to my belly and smoothed it over the lump. I was afraid he wouldn't know what I was after, since Mom was still talking and I didn't want to interrupt her to explain... but then his eyes got big and he said, "ooooh!! NEAT!" After all that poking--I should really stop pestering my child--Ducky finally shifted away, but it was really cool. Also, M thinks he felt her moving last night, but it's so hard to be sure, since, as I've said, it's still pretty faint.
Eighteen weeks tomorrow. That's a pretty fantastic Christmas present right there.
M and I are planning on celebrating our Christmas tomorrow, because we won't be home until evening on Christmas Day. We didn't go too wild and crazy with the presents this year, since we already bought ourselves a digital video camera, and because honestly, I was impossible to shop for because I couldn't think of anything I really wanted. M, I could shop for all day long, or rather, I could spend three thousand dollars on him before I even got out of the tool section at Sears. But, I'm not going to because, well. That would be insane, and I am not. He is much easier to buy for than I am, I'm afraid. Anyway, in the evening, we may or may not be going to my parents house. On the plus side, I could have a stromboli, which I have been craving for my entire pregnancy (I did have one a few weeks ago, which helped) but on the down side, it would require us to spend two nights away from home. It's up in the air, probably a little more likely that we will than we won't.
I just began looking at cribs and nurseries online tonight. I have learned one thing: I have really expensive taste. M feels that we should not try to get cutesy. I feel that he will do as I say and stop having opinions about nurseries. I JEST. If I wanted a husband who would do as I say without giving me any attitude, I sure wouldn't have married M. He is many things, but unopinionated is not one of them.
The sheets are finally out of the dryer and it is time to turn my weary bones bedward. I am going to enjoy this.
Happy Friday!
*To My People, the Infertiles: I am so, so sorry. I cannot stop. I don't do it in public. Much. Yet. I'm trying.
Eighteen weeks tomorrow. That's a pretty fantastic Christmas present right there.
M and I are planning on celebrating our Christmas tomorrow, because we won't be home until evening on Christmas Day. We didn't go too wild and crazy with the presents this year, since we already bought ourselves a digital video camera, and because honestly, I was impossible to shop for because I couldn't think of anything I really wanted. M, I could shop for all day long, or rather, I could spend three thousand dollars on him before I even got out of the tool section at Sears. But, I'm not going to because, well. That would be insane, and I am not. He is much easier to buy for than I am, I'm afraid. Anyway, in the evening, we may or may not be going to my parents house. On the plus side, I could have a stromboli, which I have been craving for my entire pregnancy (I did have one a few weeks ago, which helped) but on the down side, it would require us to spend two nights away from home. It's up in the air, probably a little more likely that we will than we won't.
I just began looking at cribs and nurseries online tonight. I have learned one thing: I have really expensive taste. M feels that we should not try to get cutesy. I feel that he will do as I say and stop having opinions about nurseries. I JEST. If I wanted a husband who would do as I say without giving me any attitude, I sure wouldn't have married M. He is many things, but unopinionated is not one of them.
The sheets are finally out of the dryer and it is time to turn my weary bones bedward. I am going to enjoy this.
Happy Friday!
*To My People, the Infertiles: I am so, so sorry. I cannot stop. I don't do it in public. Much. Yet. I'm trying.
