Been a little uninspired as of late to post on the ole blog. That doesn't help the communication or readership now does it? It's been kind of hard to blog about the tenant when the tenant hasn't moved out yet. Mostly I feel like I am blogging about ME then...well, perhaps I am.
Onward to week 25 (and 2 days now):
How your baby's growing
Head to heels, your baby now measures about 13 1/2 inches. Her weight — a pound and a half — isn't much more than an average rutabaga, but she's beginning to exchange her long, lean look for some baby fat. As she does, her wrinkled skin will begin to smooth out and she'll start to look more and more like a newborn. She's also growing more hair — and if you could see it, you'd now be able to discern its color and texture.
Oooh, yeah a word about hair. I got's it! I have much sympathy for those men in the world that just have hair spontaneously erupt from previously smooth body parts. It's creepy! Apparently, mine is supposed to be getting fuller and more lustrous as I am retaining the hair that would normally be shed. I assert that it is just choosing different locales to appear fuller and more lustrous in! Ok, TMI.
ON OTHER NOTES, DID I MENTION IT'S SNOWING!?! I love it when it snows in Portland. Snow is one of the few things I miss about living in the Midwest. Sure snow gets a little old come MAY but for the first few months it's just thrilling to wake up to a thick blanket of new snow on the ground. It makes everything so quiet and cosy! I hope it continues to snow for the full 6 days they are predicting here...but I suspect the weather pundits don't know what the hell they are talking about, as usual. PREDICTION people, no need to freak out until the weather actually HAPPENS...sheesh. Folks get really bent out of shape around here with weather.
Other than the pregnancy trucking right along, there is not that much to report. The little kitties are settling in nicely. We have decided on the names of Leonard and Jane for them. Tho, I have taken to calling Leonard Wapiti, which is Elk in Lakota, because he has this high pitched meow that is not becoming of his stature. He's a pretty big, long cat but when he opens his mouth he sounds like he's sucked in a bunch of helium. If you've ever heard a big, burly male elk open his mouth only to have this weird, high pitched whistle come out you will know what I mean.
So things are moving along well...I have been sleeping through the night less. Sometimes it's cat related or coughing related (darned little head cold for BP and I), more recently it's been bad dream related. Apparently it's common to have all manner of wild dreams as you head into the 3rd trimester. Mine are mostly recurring dreams I have had before but with some sort of sinister twist. I have been successful at waking myself up from most of them, which is uncommon for me. They aren't terrible dreams but they get the heart racing. Very odd.
About the PAPA: Last nights exciting adventure apparently occurred without my knowledge. BP has been up a couple of times the last few nights with coughing fits. He got up last night and when he came back to bed apparently he snuggled up with his lower back on the belly and couldn't figure out what the odd sensations he was feeling were...
...wait for it...
...until he figured out that Junior had just sent a couple of well meaning kicks straight into BP's backside! He said once he figured that out his eyes got all big! He thought it was hilarious!
Enjoy the update...I shall enjoy the prospect of getting a hot chocolate at lunch time and watching it snow some more! YA!
KT and Tenant