I won!!!

So, two blogs in one day is a little crazy, I know, I know... but I would like to share with you all the totally awesome prize I won!

It was a silly little contest... you know, you enter, fill out your info, and never expect to hear about it again... but, I won!!!

An at-home, foot massage and pedicure. Compliments of Daddy P. You see, I was nagging a little about how little he's blogged. He has this whole "I only have one hand" sob story going about most things I nag about that he doesn't feel like doing at the time. That works for laundry, and dishes, and cooking, and... well, I'll cry if I keep going... but it doesn't work any longer for anything typing oriented.

You see, my gracious father bought him some very awesome voice recognition software called Naturally Speaking . It's a little eerie actually. He'll be in the office working on something and I just hear him talking to himself. I have to be careful not to yell up at him in these moments otherwise he ends up with random things in his paper. He said that the other day he forgot to turn the microphone off and the computer tried to type the dog barking. It didn't really work very well, but at least the dog can feel literary at times as well.

So, back to my pedi. I was all about typing out an entry for him, but he said he'd do it later yesterday. I told him that was bunk, and he wouldn't, and he insisted. So, he told me if he didn't blog he'd give me a full-on pedicure. Since bending over is getting more and more uncomfortable, and I do love pretty toes, I took him up on it. I could hardly stand the anticipation this morning as I crawled out of bed to log in and see if there was an entry!

Jackpot!

So, I'll have pretty toes for a while longer. Or at least, I'll have painted toes. I have a feeling that "pretty" might not be quite where Daddy P's toenail painting skills are at yet, but I'll take what I can get!

Desensitizing Doggy

So, our most awesome dog trainer in the whole world recommended buying "Preparing Fido" to get our mutt ready for a baby. It's a CD of all these different baby noises: baby crying, baby giggling, baby spashing in the bath, baby screaming... So, we've been playing different tracks in small intervals to get her ready. Each time, she is startled, walks around looking at each of the speakers, and then eventually hides. So, I guess as far as reactions go that isn't too bad. You can tell in the video exactly the moment the crying starts (I was covering up the mic on the camera... sorry!).



And then, her final position. This is her new favorite place ever since P&T came to visit. T always sat in the chair there, and Elly would crawl underneath him. I think she misses him...

Baby G in motion

So, we had a follow-up ultrasound yesterday (everything is fine, no worries!), and Daddy P decided to video some of it so you can see the squirmy girly in live motion. So, here you go!

This is a picture of her head (and jaw moving around) in case you get disoriented.

Flat on my back

So, I've wondered about this "can't lie on your back" thing. I've been lying on the couch and haven't noticed anything. (And worrying that I'm really doing some secret damage and can't tell.) Last night, I'm vaguely aware that I'm dreaming about lying on my back, and seconds later, I wake up, and sure enough! Flat on my back. So I roll over and go back to sleep. I woke up with the vague recollection of all this and figured it was all just silliness. But then today, at the doctor's visit, I was lying on my back and they were checking everything out and I was getting crazy dizzy. And dizzier. I had to ask to roll over. So, I have learned that: 1) you really shouldn't lie on your back for a long time, and 2) that my body (or the baby) won't let me do it.

The Beach

We went to the beach last weekend and it was gorgeous. Cool enough that you could lie in the sun and not sweat. Which was a very good thing, I might add, since the water was arctic. Daddy P dared to go in a bit, but we all watched and deemed him nuts. I discovered that lying at the beach is much trickier when you are pregnant since you can't lie on your back or your stomach. And now that the tummy is getting bigger lying on my side without support is getting less fun. So, the boys took care of me and rented me a chair to sit on for the day. Here is a scary picture for you, and possible foreshadowing. We all four sat there (four expectant parents) watching the families pack and unpack as they came and went, and marveling in all the supplies needed to take a child to the beach. Particularly impressive were the large tents that were popped open to protect the little ones from the sun.