Walking into 2013

I probably spent too much at Target yesterday, but that's the thing if you don't get official "Christmas" gifts - everything becomes Christmas. I love 100% of everything I got. Things just add up too quickly.

I got some sweaters for me. Some zip-me-ups, as I call them, for the little one. Some frozen lunches (snacks) and yogurt. Maybe two little Sassy toys and some J&J baby oil lotion as well. I didn't forget about Mr Smith. I got him a pair of knitted winter gloves.

For those mornings when he scrapes the ice off my windows. He left before I did, but by the time I finally made it out to my car, he was just then pulling away. I then saw all my windows scraped and I just thought about his selfless, freezing hands. I love that man.

My doctor's visit went better yesterday as well. I got the older black MALE doctor. I've avoided him, but it turns out he's a lot more pleasant than the lady. Go figure. I proceed to ask him about my weight and he goes "did someone tell you you're only supposed to gain a certain amount?" He laughed when I mentioned my previous experience. He said they have 400 lb people coming in here pregnant and that I am just fine. Thank you Mr Jolly.

And the baby's heart beat is just fine, even when her mother shocks herself plugging the dryer back in. She's a strong one. I'm just not ready for these visits to begin twice a month or once a week. I get tested for gestational diabetes next visit. yipee!

Okay, I've put off working from home for long enough (blah). This article is going around on facebook and I thought it was a good little read - I don't blog like this anymore. Mostly because it takes time to ponder and then write those thoughts as they should be told. This is my time to enjoy the words of others.

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