I'm back.

Guess it's time for me to write again!

I have so much to talk about with my OKC trip, but I don't have the pics downloaded yet, so I guess I'll save that for another time...

Let's see... Chesney started swimming lessons this week. She is the youngest in her class of eight, but their teacher seems to be working with them at their own pace and she's having fun. Parent watch day is next Thursday, so I'll let you know how that goes...

The baby is 14 cm (5 1/2 inches) crown to rump, in theory. And weighs about 7 ounces. I feel movements every 2-3 days now and it is very exciting. I wish they came more frequently and stronger so that others could feel it, too. I know that'll happen soon enough and then I'll want it to stop because it'll keep me awake! We find out in about 3 weeks if it's a boy or a girl - if the baby decides to cooperate and I can't wait. I wanted a girl at first, but at this stage, I'm open to either one. I just want to start called the baby him or her instead or "it" and I want to narrow down our baby names to three instead of 33 and I want to begin thinking about the nursery (half of Chesney's room). If it's a girl, we'll leave the Disney princess stick-ons up and look into Disney princess crib sets. If it's a boy, half of the stickers will come down and we'll need to figure out what we want to go with... just not sports. I'll have to deal with that enough in the rest of his life (if he's his daddy's boy), so I want to start out with something jungle or bugs or even plaid. I don't know yet.

Happy Birthday to my godson Noah who turns 8 tomorrow. It's amazing to see him change so drastically when you only get to see him once (maybe twice) a year. When I was little, I hated how "older" people said, "I can remember you when you were this big!" Now, I feel the urge to say it! The day that I found out my "aunt" was pregnant, I certainly didn't think it was Nan! Although it is fuzzy trying to remember what Noah looked like in the hospital, I remember being there and holding him. I was in shock and so honored when I was asked to be his godmother by my godparents. It's something very special that they gave to me and I hold it in my heart always. Now with my own baby on the way, choosing the godparents is a hard process. With so many friends and family, we want everyone to feel as special as we did being godparents. Sometimes when I watch "A Baby Story" and the parents are having triplets or quads, I think that they are lucky to be able to ask so many people to play that role at the same time. Also, the naming decision has got to be easier... but those two reasons are about the only reasons I feel that they are lucky. 3 babies. Whoa. 4 babies. Yikes!