Ryan seldom takes a nap when he comes home from school these days, so on this rare occassion he is quiet, the house is quiet, the dogs are quiet. It seems odd to actually have some time to myself. Granted it's almost 5 o'clock and I haven't thought much about dinner, but that's okay. Maybe spaghetti? Hey, maybe I'll even make it a little fancy...Baked Spaghetti. I bet there's some kind of cheese in there.
I continue to feel good and grow bigger. This baby is definetly not sitting in the same spot as Ryan. I am not terribly uncomfortable, but I am more uncomfortable than I was with Ryan at this stage of the game and I have Tums hidden everywhere. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to matter what I eat. I get the same reaction.
Next week is our ultrasound. I can video tape it...that's great since Rourk isn't going to be able to make the appointment. He already had patients scheduled and since we are going to be off the week of the 4th, there just wasn't any good time to reschedule people. I think I'll take Ryan and he can watch his little brother or sister on the monitor. Boy. Girl. Boy. Girl. Still don't have a clue. The old wives tale where you dangle a ring on a string indicates a boy. Yea, I know goofy, but it's fun.
I know this isn't much of an update, but at least it's something.
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