Just for your own peace of mind, Stuey didn't die...he didn't get in an accident either. Kearney and I were forced (in a sense) to trade him in for a car (baby prep). I am now scootin' around town in a 2008 Chevy Malibu. I actually quite like our new/used vehicle, but I feel like a complete traitor to Stuey. I'll always love that truck and I hope he finds a decent home with scenic, open roads. Here's to Stuey...
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The Belly
A nice side view at 23 weeks.
There it is. Hard to imagine that there's a little baby boy inside. The doctor measured my belly at 24 cm at my 23-week appointment, which is good because apparently the cm's and weeks are supposed to correlate. His only concern was that I didn't gain any weight, but I'm eating as much as I can, so we'll just have to keep an eye on that. The baby's still kicking and rolling around, which I absolutely love!
Dad's B-day Weekend
Although Dad didn't know it at the time, we asked him to take us and the twins on a hike so the preparations could be made for his surprise birthday party later that night. (Not that we went on the hike just to keep him preoccupied; hiking with Dad is a favorite.)
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