Baby M is a mover and a shaker. Really! It's the most awe-inspiring and a feeling of which I never get tired. His most active period is the evenings, usually beginning around 8:00pm--of course he starts wiggling around most anytime I eat or drink something really cold. I keep trying in vain to get Chris to feel him move, but I guess Daddy's hand is a calming influence and baby slows down a bit when the hand is in place. That, and I think his tiny feet and hands aren't quite strong enough to pack enough punch for Chris to feel. Soon, I think.
I have a confession to make. I have to get a new car. My two-door, cute, sporty car just won't hold a carseat in any comfortable sort of fashion. What kind of confession is this, you may ask. Here's the confession: we have looked at mini-vans on-line. Mini-van. Me? It's such a stigma. I mean, my mom drove one forever! It's one of those things that as teen-ager you swear you'll never have because it's so uncool. Swear. Until you're pregnant, need a new car, want to plan for a day soon when you'll have more than one kiddo and realize that carseats take up an unimagineable amount of room. This means without a third row of seats, it's you and one adult and children. Only. For a long, long time. That's how you realize that a mini-van might not be the worst thing on the planet.
How did 25 weeks pass so quickly? 6 months. That means only 3 1/2ish months left and it is at once the most exciting and terrifying experience ever. . . More to come. . .