Mr & Mrs Smith

Yesterday and today we know we felt our little girl. I know it will get old eventually, so I'll enjoy telling Mr Smith every time I feel her for now. He wants to touch you too baby girl.  And he wants all your toys to be soccer balls. Good night little one.  May I finally have one day where I gain control of my bladder, button up my pants, and sleep on my stomach and back again. But these things are nothing compared to growing a baby that I'll have forever .

It's basically week 19. But I hate odd numbers. This is basically my life now. It's hard to walk past the room and not look at the little things we've gotten so far, to touch them and imagine her in them. You are not forgotten my baby dear.  PS - Google apparently puts all these pictures I upload to the blog in Picasa and now it's saying I've run out of space! I removed pictures I never posted, but I'm afraid I'm going to be deleting ones that are posted unless I can figure out a plan B. (and that doesn't involve paying for more space) I really just need not be lazy and lower the resolution when I upload photos. But I guess it's a little too late for this blog! But darn it if I must say, going back over previous pictures... I love them all. I'll just start duplicating pictures you've forgotten about. And maybe start a new blog called  "Mr Smith with children".  Someone told me there is an online pro...

You can't forget about Looper Rd. It was that important to kill the squirrels out of the pecan tree. per Nana's request Mr Smith even climbed it to search for them     And guess who came to visit!! I'm not allowed to have my picture taken ever again. and of course the family portraits. Well, whoever happens to be there any way. I still can't believe I forgot to take a picture of the food.  It's something I crave all year.

This Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for . . . a healthy baby girl .  Okay Okay, most of you seemed to have guessed correctly. I must admit I really thought an older brother would be better for his younger sisters and for my sanity, but I am thrilled to have a little girl rolling around in there.  She'll be beautiful, but hopefully a tomboy at heart. And a daddy's little girl .

Just in case anyone is wondering if I'm getting fat...  It's actually difficult to keep up with growing belly photos. I never really want to take photos of myself, let alone my stomach. I've never cared too much for the photos. It's hard to catch me still modestly dressed when I'm home and if that, cuteness probably has no part of it.  I forget to take it when I'm cute. I feel like you can be creative with this stuff and the fact that I know I won't take the creativity on head strong, makes me not want to do it at all.  Plus, I haven't really seen a big change in my belly. Sure when I'm sitting just right, needing to pee or just finished a big meal, I can pull off the beer gut, but if I stand up straight, it's still pretty difficult to see anything noticeable even at 18 weeks. I guess that's a good thing. But this awkward phase of I might be gaining a little weight, but don't look pregnant is kind of annoying. Go big or go home I ...

It's 8:24 and I'm in a robe and slippers with socks Mr Smith gave me. Country music is playing on the TV and I folded the laundry, spent 10 minutes on the bike, and did all the dishes but those that have old refrigerator food in them (I'm so nice and left those for Mr Smith). I had leftover sweet potatoes, orange powerade and a bowl of cereal for dinner. I'm waiting for Mr Smith to come home. But he'll turn off the cheesy country music. I'll try to dance with him and it will last one second. His ears will be cold and he'll hide them in my neck and all over my face. I'll kiss his cold lips and warm him up close to me. He probably hasn't had anything to eat and will make nachos. He'll ask me if I've taken my pill and I'll tell him no so he'll go grab it and my water for me. We'll probably turn through the 5 news channels we have and then turn it off. He'll straighten out the bed quilt and sheets and make sure I have my water an...

I'm probably the worst pregnant mother because I took a z-pack antibiotic to get me through this funk and haven't even really thought about "unsafe" food that may or may not be contaminated. Free food - since when do we question!? Excuse #1: After a horrible work week last week and a bad weekend, I didn't want to risk missing any work or contaminating my whole department this week.  Okay okay, I was also so fed up with the coughing fits, the on and off sleep, the sinus pressure & headaches, and my tired body  I hate not knowing what's going on in my body. It's all a guess, because do we know what's normal anymore? No, not really. Do I have allergies? Do I have sinus issues? Is it winter and colds are an epidemic? I'm getting my flu shot on Monday. Baby, I just hope you're a fighter. I'm sorry if I'm already making your life difficult. I'm not used to being so unselfish. it's cute and yummy I didn't...