She has been having spurts of wild movement lately. I can't even put a word to how much I love feeling her move. I can sometimes decipher whether she's poking with her hands or her feet. Also, I can sense when she's adjusting positions. She's quick! I started to feel bad for her for when she doesn't have as much room to move and groove as she does now. I'm already worried for her comfort, my little doll.
Here are some pics for the week:
This is me in Monroe when I was about 3. My dad used to take this picture of me annually...that is until one year I gave him a hard time... and that was the end of that. Sorry, Dad. But, I made Joe take this picture of me while we were in NC. Funny how I remembered the exact pose. Joe first tried taking the picture from the other side and I told him, "No! It needs to be from this side!" I remember my father putting my hands like that and having to look to my left. "Ok, now smile!"
Dori and Steve actually tried to get rid of this Mismosa tree. It's so pretty! I'm so happy it grew back!
That line (linea negra), although hard to tell from the horrible lighting, is starting to approach my bra line.
And here we are at 23 weeks! I think I'm officially showing. Actually, last week I ran into a colleague at Shop Rite (who didn't know) and she congratulated me. She saw me and then looked at my belly and said, "You look great! Congratulations!" I was so happy!!!! I had been waiting for the moment that I looked pregnant and not just, as Wayne calls me, Lumpy!
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