#2

Somebody is expecting something special . . . . 

Oh, have we had a couple of months.  Lucky for me, I've had a little helper.  The first trimester was a long one.  I'd been pretty sick and tired, so our couch was a good friend to me.  Mila would constantly come up to me, comfort me, and say that she would take care of me.  When I finally got around to going to the doctors, she was enormously offended.  Seriously.  After all, SHE was the one who was going to take care of me.  

She has been a little more sympathetic towards the midwives, however, as they have let her participate in the care.  They check her pink monkey's heartbeat, and take Mila's temperature.  They even have checked her heartbeat with the sonogram (is that what it's called?)  Mila think's she pretty hot stuff, and looks forward to the visits now.

Amelia is also over the moon at the prospect of being a big sister.  She loves to feel the baby move, of which she has a lot of opportunity as this kid is a wiggler.  The other day, we were snuggling in bed and she was tight against my belly.  The baby gave a serious shove, and Amelia turned around, completely startled, and exclaimed the 'baby kicked my butt!'.

Everything has been going very well.  One thing that has been a little different is the belly, though.  It appeared one day.  Literally.  I was standing in the kitchen about a week after Amelia's birthday party, and JR gave me a look.  The look was followed with 'you can't hide that thing anymore'.

Luckily it slowed down, 'cause we were all getting a little scared.  So here are a few pictures as we work into the final trimester.

J.R. thinks these are hilarious.  Keeps poking the belly button.

And despite all my declarations about my assurance as to the sex, I was wrong.  

J.R. is delighted to announce that our little bundle will be wrapped in a pink blanket at the end of the summer.  He is now trying to decide which one of them he will turn into a tomboy.