Practice for Jonathon & 23 weeks

I am pretty behind in blogging, oh well.  That's going to really happen in a few months when the baby comes anyways! 
Over Christmas/New Years, Molly had a bit of a sick tummy.  She did this last year around the same time as well, sad girl.  So, after several vet appointments, she is finally better.  But during that week, Jon was home to take good care of her and baby her.  Good thing he is at home because otherwise she would have been all by her lonesome and would have had no one to shove medicine down her throat and make her eat!  Jon said that that week was great practice for being a daddy.  It was funny, I resolved myself to sleep the first few nights she was sick, but Jon definitely had his daddy instincts going.  Every time Molly would move or start to make her throw up sounds, Jon bolted up in bed and took care of her.  We learned that she had some more problems with her ulcer and her separation anxiety from Mama is no joking matter! 

Here is a picture of her being extra pitiful in her doggy bed!  

23 weeks

24 weeks

We are now technically 25 weeks, so I need to get moving on this.  Both Jon and I have been having a lot of fun feeling the baby and watching the baby move my stomach!  Sometimes I do not enjoy it as much like when I'm trying to sleep or when I wake up in the early morning, somehow the baby starts doing flips.  But, this is all part of God's way of preparing mothers to take care of their little ones throughout the night.  As I've been going through this pregnancy, I've realized all the little changes and things that God made to be preparation and practice for having a baby; it's pretty cool.  Now, for two funny stories about the baby moving.  One time, I was sitting criss cross and my laptop was on my knees, but also resting on my belly a bit.  Well, wouldn't you know, but suddenly, my laptop was kicked up and slid off my belly.  Apparently, the baby did not like sharing my belly with a laptop!  It was hilarious, it just all of a sudden fell off!  Another time, Jon and I were sitting on the couch and we saw the baby push out my stomach in the biggest bulge we have seen yet.  I was so excited so I poked my belly and said, "Hello baby!  What are you doing in there?"  Right after I poked it, the baby stretched or reacted somehow and again kicked out in a bulge but this time also hitting or pushing against my bladder really hard!  Thanks, baby!  I yelled out in surprise pain and Jon's reply was, "Well, you shouldn't have aggravated the baby!"  I guess that's what I get.  But how else can I interact with him/her?  This little baby is little kangaroo in there, I'm telling you! 

Today, we had an appointment with our new midwife and on our way down, we had a fun ride with an old Indian woman.  This woman was hunched over with a walker and I could barely tell what she was saying.  But she couldn't get over my belly and kept talking about it and pointing at it.  She talked a little about how she had two boys and that she said for sure there was a boy in my tummy as well.  She laughed and smiled a semi-toothless grin, and then the elevator door chimed and off she sped in her walker.