baby kicks

April 21, 2009


While sitting on the couch talking to Paul and my dear friend Marianne (who came into town for a few days) I yawned and stretched my arms. I felt a small punch on the right side of my belly. You kicked! First time I could actually tell it was a foot...or arm...or fist (something strong).


April 28, 2009

I was in the shower washing my armpits when suddenly I felt a sharp and alarming stab in my right side. I dropped the soap and bellowed over thinking I had hit something or maybe David had sneaked in and punched me. No, just kicking. I forgot what that feels like.

Two things I learned this week:

1. You are the size of a bell pepper.

2. You kick me when I raise my arms.

Finals are like childbirth:

1. You were expecting them.

2. You supposedly are prepared.
3. Just like professors: you sometimes have a love/hate relationship with your nurses and doctor.
4. Keeping all things in perspective they are: quick and painful.
5. Nobody can do it for you.
6. Once it is over there is a sense of overwhelming relief...you feel like you conquered the world.
7. Inevitably you forget the pain the next day.


Stress is a funny thing. It usually leads to exhaustion. Exhaustion that won't let you sleep. During finals we have a pack of Dr. Pepper, candy bars, ice cream and rotting vegetables in the fridge. We ALL want this "baby" to come...to be over with. Paul is holding up SO well. This week I must turn into Mary Poppins...practically perfect. Finals week cannot handle: disagreements, burnt meals, missed naps or dirty towels. It's the least I can do for Mr. Paul. I am so proud of him.

Gigi's visit

Playing hide-n-seek

Our Gigi came last week for her Spring Break. April is SUCH a nice time to visit. The weather was perfect. We stayed busy playing outside, going to parks, library, lunches, reading books, baths and chatting that we hardly took pictures.

The kids LOVED having her. For the first time I realized how much I AM like my mom. We even sound the same. I love you mom. Thank you for coming.

GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL

The majority of you (including myself) guessed wrong! It's a GIRL. I am not disclosing my perfect girl name yet...I don't want to commit to anything or get other opinions so soon.

Guessing game

Next week we are going to find out the GENDER of this baby! I have been thinking it was a boy but the other night I decided on the PERFECT girls name. Now I really hope it's a girl because names are the hardest part for me.

Boy or Girl...what do you think?

Silent

Paul put the kids to bed tonight. He told them to stay in their beds (we always give a lengthy lecture about staying in bed). Several minutes later we heard the speaker from David's car say: "buzz lighter to the rescue". David had compromised himself and was now in trouble!

Paul went in the room and couldn't find David. Eden was already asleep so he didn't want to turn on the light. He was no where to be found? Mysterious?

I felt under the bed and looked in the closet (assuming I would hear little giggles, breathing...something).

Then we saw it.......his little hand holding the door open while he hid behind the door.

How did he remain silent? I would have been giggling seeing my parents on their hands and knees searching for me.

Olive Garden has done it.

Several months ago I pouted when Outback Steak House took their chocolate tower off their menu. I have been sad about it until now.


Chocolate Ciottoli Cake
Dark chocolate cobblestone cake chunks layered with chocolate mousse and a soft brownie topped with hazelnuts.


This is my perfect dessert. One you only need a few bites of. One I could never make at home. Try it.



I promise my next post won't be about cake, or gagging or bad hair cuts. Remember I don't even really like chocolate while pregnant. Yes, that happens with all my pregnancies. My desire for sweets subside while my desire to sleep increases.