Apparently babies like ribs. I mean, I get as much of a kick out of knocking someone else in the ribs as the next guy, but come on! Oh well. It is supposed to be sweet. That's what James says. He says, "It's not his fault. Don't get mad" when I tell Jacob (in a loving voice) that I am planning on kicking him in the ribs when he exits. I asked my mom if I should feel bad about getting frustrated with the constant motion, especially since it is healthy. She said, "If you didn't, you wouldn't be you". I don't know if that should have been offensive, but I laughed. She is right.
So we went home for Christmas, and I suppose that is from where I will draw the majority of the "Hey, Steph is pregnant" photos. Please enjoy them here. The second photo on the left is a great photo of my sister trying to make me look as large as possible. I think that she was successful.
Latest Dr. report: My blood pressure is rising, and if they get a reading that is 5 points higher than the last one, I have to go on bed rest. That should make this last semester of grad school wonderful. I told the doctor that it wasn't an option, and she told me that the other option is death. I guess it is an option after all. Still, I went and got my blood pressure taken again on Sunday, and it had dropped a full 20 points. I think it was high because I just saw my weight when they took it. Remember how I don't like gaining weight? Well, it was all I could do to not break down in front of the doctor again.
2 comments:
You are beautiful! - Aunt Oatmeal
That "big" picture is fascinating....have you ever seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, the original, where Violet Beauregard turns into a blueberry?
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