Orange-ya Glad You Didn't Say...
Deuce is now an orange and starting to look more human-like. Wooohoo.
Continuing the march towards normal proportions, baby's legs now outmeasure the arms. And, finally, all four limbs have functional joints. Your fetus is squirming and wiggling like crazy down in the womb, though you probably still can't feel the movements. AWESOME.
I think it was around 16w that I started feeling Fal bubbling around in mah-belly, so I think I'm just around the corner? Exciting! I'm focusing on that and not the heartburn hell that week 15 has brought on. Oh-em-gee, I had nothing like this the first time 'round. I should have been dancing in the streets with Fal because it was a cake walk in comparison. I've vowed not to bitch the rest of the way of this 40week journey...but sometimes it's hard not to when I'm just not comfortable. Please feel free to smack me into shape when necessary.
....in other news, Fal has hit a milestone I can't find in her baby book. I was hoping Daddy would have been the one to break this ice but it was me. Is it possible to lose the Mother of the Year Award this early into 2010? Cause I have some serious making up to do if I want to be in the running...wanna hear why? Read on.
To say the weather this week is out of character for winter here is putting it lightly. I don't think we've faced anything like this in years - maybe once or twice in my short life. Gunny is getting cabin fever from being indoors and not getting his regularly scheduled walks because quite frankly, I haven't been able to tell if our sidewalks have been that or small rivers. Plus sugar melts when it gets wet, I don't want to take the chance. ::ba-da-bing::
Aaanyway, we got home the other evening from dinner and found the couch became quite cozy for him. The back cushion was perfect as his chew toy. The zipper was broken and stuffing hanging out. We walk in, me first and I see the mess of the living room and instinctively say a little four letter word rhyming with duck. Klassy, I know. Well, wouldn't you know there was an echo in the room? Uh huh, a little near-two-year-old one.
My eyes bugged out of my head. I deflated into the floor, red and embarrassed. Oh hell. MOTYA2010, I am not. After my face returned to its original color, I got the 5 year old giggles. I just kept hearing the little voice repeat over and over - uck uck uck.
I don't think I'll ever live this one down with the hubs. Damn it.
Continuing the march towards normal proportions, baby's legs now outmeasure the arms. And, finally, all four limbs have functional joints. Your fetus is squirming and wiggling like crazy down in the womb, though you probably still can't feel the movements. AWESOME.
I think it was around 16w that I started feeling Fal bubbling around in mah-belly, so I think I'm just around the corner? Exciting! I'm focusing on that and not the heartburn hell that week 15 has brought on. Oh-em-gee, I had nothing like this the first time 'round. I should have been dancing in the streets with Fal because it was a cake walk in comparison. I've vowed not to bitch the rest of the way of this 40week journey...but sometimes it's hard not to when I'm just not comfortable. Please feel free to smack me into shape when necessary.
....in other news, Fal has hit a milestone I can't find in her baby book. I was hoping Daddy would have been the one to break this ice but it was me. Is it possible to lose the Mother of the Year Award this early into 2010? Cause I have some serious making up to do if I want to be in the running...wanna hear why? Read on.
To say the weather this week is out of character for winter here is putting it lightly. I don't think we've faced anything like this in years - maybe once or twice in my short life. Gunny is getting cabin fever from being indoors and not getting his regularly scheduled walks because quite frankly, I haven't been able to tell if our sidewalks have been that or small rivers. Plus sugar melts when it gets wet, I don't want to take the chance. ::ba-da-bing::
Aaanyway, we got home the other evening from dinner and found the couch became quite cozy for him. The back cushion was perfect as his chew toy. The zipper was broken and stuffing hanging out. We walk in, me first and I see the mess of the living room and instinctively say a little four letter word rhyming with duck. Klassy, I know. Well, wouldn't you know there was an echo in the room? Uh huh, a little near-two-year-old one.
My eyes bugged out of my head. I deflated into the floor, red and embarrassed. Oh hell. MOTYA2010, I am not. After my face returned to its original color, I got the 5 year old giggles. I just kept hearing the little voice repeat over and over - uck uck uck.
I don't think I'll ever live this one down with the hubs. Damn it.
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