Kicks and Kisses

This morning I awoke to Valentine just waking up- with her eyes still closed- kissing me right on the lips.  That was quickly followed by a storm of kicking and wiggling from my sweet other baby (I could actually see my tummy moving!) and a whole shower of kisses from Valentine- all still on the lips.  The kicks weren't hard or painful- just a nice way for my baby to say "Good morning."  I glanced over and Drew was also still in bed, which doesn't always happen as he leaves for work before we wake up most of the times.  It was a lovely morning.

Baby Fat

Well here are some fun pictures of me and V and my "baby fat."  By the way, we still don't know what the sex of the baby is- we couldn't tell at Dr. Knudson's with his sonogram machine and I won't get my official ultrasound for about another two weeks, so the suspense is still on!  I still think it's a boy, but that's just my gut feeling, I could be way off.  I'm 20 weeks on Monday- halfway there!  Heartening and a little depressing at the same time, pregnancy just lasts FOREVER.  But it's fun, I love feeling my new little baby move all the time.  And I love my Baby V.  She is the best.  Can't wait to have two!  (that was genuine, not sarcastic, though sometimes I do say that sarcastically- like when Valentine hasn't stopped running for an hour straight or when she's snuggling with me by laying on top of my face in the middle of the night- but I really can't wait for my other babe)

Fav

Um, my favorite part of being pregnant?  Merry saying EVERY TIME she sees me, "Aw, look at your baby fat!"  She means baby bump, but says baby fat.  Every time.

Yackety Yack

Here are some late Easter pictures.  I love the Spring.

Miss V had a lot of fun on her own little easter egg hunt.  She also loved throwing the eggs.





Her Sleeping Beauty crown from her Easter basket and her princess dolls- I swear I don't force this on her- she just really loves them.

Ah, yes.  Since V's favorite movie is "Pocahontas" her Aunt Page thought it would be fitting and funny to use marker as Indian war paint on my baby's face.  She thought it fun.




So Valentine is QUITE the talker.  All she does is run and babble.  All the time, all day long, everyday.  It's a little exhausting just to watch, but it's also extremely entertaining.  Her new favorite words are "coot!" (cute) and "pitty!" (pretty) and she applies them to everything-especially herself.  She is constantly seen in front of the fireplace staring at her reflection with with a variety of dress-up items on- a dress, crown, princess shoes, necklace, just a cute outfit- and twirling repeating over and over, "So coot!  Pitty!  Coot!"  For at least ten minutes at a time.  She will also apply it to the rest of us though- when I put on my dress for church on Sunday she RAN over to me and exclaimed, "So pitty!  So pitty!"  She also said it to Jordan when she was trying on prom dresses and my mom when she wore her new skirt.  What a hoot.  For those of you who aren't well acquainted with my daugher she also loves to yell.  A lot.  Her favorite word to yell over and over is "BICAH!!!!!" (Micah who she LOVES).  She is still calling me "Ma-nie" but she will call Drew "Daddy" for the most part.... whatever.  Oh and she ALWAYS asks where things are.  "Where's Daddy?" (I hear this at least 500 times a day- I'm not exaggerating.  Especially in the morning and we wake up and he's not in bed with us.)  "Where's dog?"  "Where's da baby?"  

Also:  I took Valentine in for her 18 month check up and since we had been there two months previously she had gained ZERO weight and half an inch.  I promise I feed her.  She's just SO active that she doesn't keep weight on.  But my mom and I agree that in the past week she's felt heavier and she looks it a little too- she's gotten her prego-like belly back.  Speaking of prego, I definitely have a nice baby bump now!  I think it's cute, but it's just at the point that unless you know I'm pregnant you probably would just think I'm fatter, so I am still having an EXTREMELY hard time getting myself dressed everyday.  I hate every item of clothing I own and have been spending a TON of time online trying to find clothes that won't make me want to throw up.  Whatever.  But it's fun to be prego- I've been feeling the baby move!  I LOVE LOVE LOVE that.  That is one of my favorite parts of carrying a baby inside me is feeling it move- it makes such a sweet connection between mother and baby and makes it feel so much more real- like there will actually be a sweet little thing to validate the 10 months of hugeness.  I will say though that I've been QUITE moody this pregnancy.  I don't remember being this irritable with Valentine (maybe having her around is part of it haha) but I just can't help but get SO angry and/or upset way more often than is necessary or than I'm used to.  Is it fatigue?  Is it being a mom and being pregnant at the same time?  Is it being around a lot of people and noise?  Is it just this pregnancy for some reason?  I have a theory that the baby is a boy and that testosterone is my baby that I'm not used to is making me more irritable.  Don't know, but I'm trying to get over it.  And we'll find out in a week what the baby is for sure!!!!  Like I said I THINK it's a boy, but I could be totally wrong.  I will let you all know!

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I'm so sorry that I am so lame, I just recently have been just that- LAME. I've been lazy and moody and haven't really felt much like doing anything but lying around, reading Harry Potter for upteenth time, and watching Valentine. So here is a little something to keep you occupied while I try to make myself do a real post about something substantial. Just look at this face. That has to make everyone smile, it's by far my favorite thing in the world. As she would say herself it's "So coot!"