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We are home from vacation. Oh, it was wonderful. Not that we did much at all, but that was nice. So...I have A LOT to say, so will do in list form, otherwise this post will get incredibly long.

* I hit 20 weeks last tuesday! Halfway there. I cannot believe it. I dunno though, it won't seem like halfway until I hit 22 weeks I don't think, because then I will have known I was pregnant for 18 weeks and have 18 left.

*Thought a LOT about the baby this weekend. Since I didn't have much to do other than lounge around I just thought about it a ton. The reality that there is a little person inside me hit HARD. And that that little person is going to come out and rely fully on Matt and I. And then is going to grow up and be (if anything like me) incredibly snotty to me and go through the teen years was scaring me. Got kind of panicky...like I can't handle being a parent. Too late now though, right?

*It is easier to think of the baby now because he/she moves around like a mad man on some days. Movement is getting definitely more consistant. I usually feel him/her at least once a day now. And the other night he/she kicked HARD. I felt it from the inside and outside both so pronounced. Must have been practicing some soccer kicks or something in there.

*Read a book on vacation, well a couple, but this was baby related: The Hip-Mama Survival Guide. Which I both liked a lot, and then in places not at all. It made me laugh and nod in places, but then in others the author made me feel that because I am Christian and more conservative than she I would most definitely spank my child, let it cry all night long and think that unwed mothers are going straight to hell. (and believe me, none of those things are true). So...it was an interesting book. Made me think a lot. Which really, none of my other pregnancy books have done, so that was interesting.

*Tomorrow is my Level II u/s and echo on the babies heart. I am excited to see the little one again. And Matt can't come because of work. Which really stinks, I think. Just because the baby is in me and therefore I HAVE to go doesn't mean he should be exempt from going. poo. But our moms are going (neither of them have ever seen an u/s before) so that should be fun. And a day off of work because we have to go all the way to Madison is always good also.


* I won the Pottery Barn Chamois Lambie Crib Skirt on ebay, so that is the bedding I am going to go with. I will try to win as much as I can on ebay for cheap and the rest I will register for (although I keep trying to register on potterybarnkids.com and it isn't working for me).

*Got my hair cut. And like always, I really like it in the mirror but HATE it in pictures. Think my face looks fat. You will see as I will post belly pics in a minute.

*And I am gaining weight like a MAD WOMEN. I figured vacation would be good. I wasn't sitting at my desk, so no mindless eating. And I walked and swam and was out and about. But I came home and had gained about 4 lbs. In a WEEK! This is madness. I wasn't eating bad either. I don't know what is up. I mean, I don't want to be obsessed with my weight while I am pregnant. I always used to be one of those people who thought pregnancy was the time to gain weight and get a big belly and so I would enjoy it. Because when else in my life can I gain weight and gain a pudge belly for "a good cause" as everyone puts it? But I HATE it. It really bothers me when I look at the scale and see the numbers I see. I just don't want to end up gaining like 60 lbs or something. I worry I will never take it off again.

And so. Belly pictures. 20 weeks. Half-baked.
my mom wanted me to pose here...
and on vacation. so no makeup and I didn't do my hair.





took pictures of my friend's six month old before we left, so I am working on editing them. It was hard. Her baby didn't want to be happy at all. And really, how do you get a six month old to look at the camera. But it was fun. And it made me ansy to have our baby (this was BEFORE the "howamisupposedtobeagoodparent freak out).

Hmmm... I guess that is all for now. Enough, right?