A few weeks ago I was hemming and hawing over whether or not to get the AFP test done on this here babe. Actually the test wouldn’t actually be on the baby, but on my blood.
Either way, we decided not to do it.
Normally, I walk on the side of needing to know everything about everything, preparing myself for every possible situation. And normally, that tendency makes me a crazy nervous wreck as I spend all of my time thinking about all possible situations.
I didn’t want the second half of my pregnancy to be about that.
So, I said to Ross about a week ago that my gut was telling me not to do it. He confirmed my gut’s sentiments by saying “Good, I don’t want to do it either.”
And that was that. It felt good that for our first decision in raising this child, we were on the same page.
(Incidentally, thank you to everyone who gave their advice. Your willingness to share your thoughts gave me all kinds of warm fuzzy feelings.)
She will stay completely still during a cuddling session like this, for fear that any movement will mean it’s time for the snugs to end.
Please note that as this was happening, Shooter was curled up in a tiny ball on the foot of the bed, probably grumbling about gas prices or something.
I picked this up today:
You probably won’t hear from me for a while.
I *may* have had four Grands! Butter Tastin’ Biscuits, five pieces of bacon, half a container of strawberries, and two glasses of milk for dinner.
Tonight Ross and I drove out to Short Pump, ate at T.G.I. Fridays, bought a book at Barnes & Noble, got candy at Wal-Mart, and went to see a 7:20 showing of Iron Man.
We probably spent more money tonight than we did on going out over the last two months. Not only that, we did it in ways that would normally make us feel irresponsible and dirty.
It was wonderful.
Not counting the bread incident last night, here are some things that have brought me to tears over the last 24 hours…
-Jon & Kate plus 8.
-The pile of laundry on the bedroom floor.
-Ross getting Pho for lunch with one of his friends. I don’t even like Pho.
-Shooter barking constantly.
-Not having as big a belly as the women that show up when I Google images of “16 week pregnant belly” and automatically thinking something is wrong with me.
-The prospect of shaving my legs.
Friday: So happy to start the long weekend. Um. Yeah I have no clue what we did. I think I went to bed at like 9:30.
Saturday: Up early. Lots of puttering. Errands and lunch out. Took Shooter for a walk while someone came to look at the house. Cookout on the Southside. Over to the West End for hang outs. Home and to bed.
Sunday: Up early again. More puttering. Out to lunch with the in-laws. Home for a nap. Church. Stop at the grocery store. Cookout with friends. Home and to bed soon.
Looking forward to an extra day tomorrow!
When using the bread maker to make bread, it’s helpful to put the ingredients into the loaf pan that you left sitting in the sink, rather into the actual cavity of the machine. This way you won’t have to spend 10 minutes VACUUMING out the blasted machine while crying in your kitchen.
I am taking a break and will try again in a moment.
I love this video so much. Probably because it shows how awesome kids are. Oh, and it features music from Huey Lewis and the News.
The smooshableness. It is undeniable.