The baby moved just enough to keep us from calling the doctors, and this afternoon she/he finally started getting some good, hard kicks in again! Even had the hiccups for a while 
We don’t have another scheduled dr’s appointment for a week and a half, but we’ll have an ultrasound and find out whether it’s a girl or a boy then!
Thanks so much for your prayers and encouraging words.
Last night around 9 I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt the baby move! With my last two pregnancies, when that happened I just drank something and laid down for about an hour, but usually within 20 minutes the baby was active.
Last night, nothing.
Isaac and I prayed, and then I expected to feel something immediately after. Do you ever think that way? Like prayer is some magic wand that will fix everything. But there was nothing.
So Isaac made me some hot chocolate and we decided to watch a movie. If by the end of the movie there were still no movements, I would go to the ER.
Stinkin’ baby didn’t move until the final credits were rolling!
I’ve felt some movements today, but they’re still not as strong as I’m used to. But according to the books, at 26 weeks the baby is not actually neurologically developed enough to have a regular pattern of movement. So I’m taking it easy today and paying attention to how often I feel movements, just in case.
If you get a chance, pray for us today!
I think almost any military wife you meet will tell you that the hardest part of military life is constantly saying goodbye to our friends. Someone is always moving to a different part of the world, and there are no guarantees that we’ll see each other again. Twice I’ve had my best friends move within a month of me giving birth, losing some of my greatest support.
But this is worse.
Much, much worse.
I had to find a new hair stylist.
I LOVED my last stylist. I could say “surprise me” and she’d do a beautiful job every time.
So when I moved here I looked around at all the moms I had met, and asked those with cuts that I really liked to give me a name. I wasn’t even nervous.
Little did I know…
I went in and told my new stylist that I was tired of growing out my bangs and wanted to cut them, and to update my layers a bit. She seemed to know exactly what I wanted.
After she was done, there was just something off about the cut, but I figured once I had washed all the gunk out and styled my hair myself, then I’d like it.
So I washed it.
And I dried it.
And OH MY GOODNESS pass me a can of Aquanet because I have 80’s bangs!
I spent enough of my youth torturing my bangs into a giant frothy wavy mass and then spraying them into submission while using enough aerosol to wipe out any ozone that had survived the previous day’s shellacking.
I DON’T WANT 80′S HAIR!!!
I don’t want skintight jeans, legwarmers, neon clothes, anything that tapers (and hence shows how wide my hips have gotten since the 80’s). And I definitely do not want mile high bangs.
Please excuse me while I go use my non-aerosol, ozone-friendly, flexible hold hairspray to try and fix this problem.
Today was supposed to be our second day of homeschooling.
It’s a good thing I’m really unstructured and can’t stick to a schedule to save my life. Our first day went beautifully yesterday. We went to gynastics in the morning, then came home and had a snack, and then went downstairs to the playroom. Luke played while Chloe and I did our reading. Then we had lunch, and I read them their Bible lesson and we talked about how we can’t see God. Then Luke took a nap, and Chloe and I did workbook pages for 15 minutes, played Little People for 15 minutes, then off she went to her bedroom.
Beautiful.
I knew from the moment Luke woke up that today would not be beautiful. I went to get him, and he greeted me with, “poopoo!” Thank God it was still in his diaper and not spread around the room. He had a total tantrum and a half when I tried to change his diaper. I think the only words he said for the next hour were no, mine, and more. He had morphed into his secret identity- The Grumpiest Boy in the World. This happens occasionally when he is teething. Unfortunately, it has been known to last for weeks, until we are praying that it is not a permanent change and are ready to muzzle him.
Since he was into throwing everything he could find and screaming, I figured some time outside might mellow him enough that he’d play by himself for a while and Chloe and I could do school.
Nope.
I fed him a snack.
Still Grumpy.
So I put on some music and suggested the kids dance. Chloe said, “Ok, I’ll go be Leper Girl!” What this actually means is Slipper Girl. She likes to dance in her slippers because she can slide around.
But you try to explain the difference between Leper and Slipper to a not-yet-4-year-old!
So The Grumpiest Boy in the World and Leper Girl are dancing and mommy is drinking coffee and blogging.
And you know what? It doesn’t bother me at all. I’m off to assume my alter ego…The Hip Dancin’ Preggo Mama…
The Grumpiest Boy in the World in his superhero dancin’ clothes…
Well, with kids getting sick last week, we ended up with takeout several times, and I forgot about the large roast in my fridge and had to throw it away 
Oh well, these things happen when we get sick! Here’s my plan for this week, with a few carry-overs from last week!
Monday- Cheeseburger Casserole, Salad
Tuesday- Salmon Burgers (using canned salmon), roasted potato wedges, carrots
Wednesday- Meatloaf, noodles, broccoli
Thursday- Leftovers
Friday- Crockpot Chicken of some sort, rice
Saturday- Enchiladas, black bean and corn salad
To participate, head over to Laura’s website and sign up!
