Cream of Potato Soup

Christmas was loads of fun and Cops made out like a bandit, getting lots of clothes and a pack n play. Now we're ready to get started on the nursery! Mike was wonderful and got me some baby related Christmas items as well....a camera to take pictures of our darling, some parenting books which I am eagerly reading, and a gift certificate for a pregnancy massage...ah! I was pleased.

Christmas morning was spent in bed talking and planning, and Mike got a surprise as he lay resting his hand on my belly. Cops kicked several times in rapid succession at his hand, in kung fu style. Mike's eyes got very wide, I think it scared him! But I'm glad he finally got to feel what I've been feeling the last two months!

Wednesday was our doctor's appointment...all is going well and I'm up 5 pounds making it a grand total of 6. A definite improvement. I also took my glucose tolerance test....you drink this orange syrup (it tasted like Crush to me) and then they draw your blood an hour later as a test for gestational diabetes. I haven't gotten a call from the doctor yet, so I guess I'm in the clear! Woo hoo! And my uterus isn't too large anymore! Such excitement! Now we start our appointments every two weeks, a signal that the end is near. We really should get started on that nursery.

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Well, its Christmas, and that means just a few more months until you know what.

It also means the significant shift in people getting us presents as opposed to getting presents for the baby. I don't know if I'm down with that.

It marks one of the few remaining Christmases we'll be able to sleep in past 6am, though Jennifer does get a little antsy about 4am.

But, the biggest thing it marks is that we really need to start preparing, including all the stuff we said in August that we'll do "after Christmas."

Well, Christmas is here, and I'm scared.

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Tonight I'm doing the dishes by hand, something I haven't done in a few months since Mikaele granted us the dishwasher. But I've got some pots to scrub, so I try. It's not as easy as it used to be. My belly makes it hard to get close to the sink, and only a few minutes into the task my back starts to hurt. Sucky. It's amazing how much even the little things change when you are pregnant.

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So I guess I have a gigantic uterus. I've been having these incredible stomach pains for the past few days, so yesterday the doctor had me come in and go on the fetal monitor just to make sure I wasn't in labor or anything. Well, I'm not, and the baby looks good, but the pains are coming from my gigantic uterus. I thought it would be gallbladder, or severe constipation, or something, but it's my uterus. Apparently it's growing rapidly right now and is measuring larger than it should for this stage of the game. Because of the rapid expansion, all of my muscles and organs in that area are being pushed upward, causing these sharp pains right under my boobs. It was so bad Monday night that I didn't sleep (but last night I slept from 5:30 til 7 the next morning, so that was good!). I'm feeling better today so hopefully things have stretched out a bit and I won't be in so much pain. So go ahead, make fun of the girl with the giant uterus.

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Week 26 baby, one away from the start of the third trimester. Whoa. Let the fretting commence.

Yesterday was an interesting one for us. In the early afternoon, we had Aidan's first birthday party. It was kind of strange because it seems like just yesterday we were peering at him through the nursery glass on the night he was born. And now he's one, and such a big boy who talks and motors through the house and eats real food. He really went to town on his birthday cake, I wish we would have remembered the camera! It's been great to have such a close friend with a son, because I've gotten to watch him grow through all his stages, and he knows me (he always acts shy when I first come over), and it just helps me so much in planning for my own baby. I feel like I've gotten a little "preview" of what's coming up for us. So, happy first birthday to the original Teen Wolf.

After the party the day got crappy. Mike had been having stomach pains since Friday night, so we ended up down at Hamot for 6 hours of tests and stuff. It wasn't a great time, but I'm glad we went through it together. That's the great thing about being married. You always have someone by your side, for the good stuff and the crummy stuff. Turns out to be nothing terribly serious, and we got to come home with some medicines to help with pain and digestion. Today we've been laying low, watching tv and hanging out. Hopefully Mike will feel better soon. I'm off to prepare a bland dinner!

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I'll have to apologize for Jenny - she's a little strange at times.

The big excitement the last week has been watching him move around. We're finally able to see a little bit of external movement, a jiggle and the occasional shake, but hey its better then nothing. I'm also starting to be able to feel some movement too, which is very cool. Jennifer's been getting to experience it for a few weeks now, and lovingly calls the movement "tap-dancing on my cervix." Certainly paints a picture.

It certainly didn't help things today when TLC was showing Maternity Ward all day, and we got to live out all those pregnancy dramas. Icky.

Thankfully, football was on so I switched the channel. I also helped put together the Christmas tree.

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Last night I had a crazy dream. I was in a mall food court, which I guess was part of the hospital. And I went into labor, at 25 weeks, and had the baby. Except he looked like an embryo, with the tail and the eye dots on the sides of his head. The doctors put him in a tank so he could survive, and I kept apologizing to Mike because I had let him down by having the baby too early. Then the baby grew to normal size in a few hours, but he was a black baby. That's something that didn't seem unusual though, we thought he was black because he was born early. Then we named him Matthew Thomas and Mike and I took him around the food court so all of our friends (who were there of course) could see him and hold him. The whole thing was weird, and I felt very uneasy during the dream because I felt like I had done something wrong. I woke up feeling upset and sad...I have been very anxious the last few days.

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