Sixteen

No, I'm not talking about the "magical" age when I was allowed to date. Believe me you, that fact, and what this post is about, are not related. I am sure my parents are very grateful for that simple truth.

This post is really about the fact that every once in a while I glance at Baby Pea's gender-guessing poll. I set it up so that the poll closes on Baby Pea's due date and I use it as something of a count-down for our new arrival.

I just glanced at it today and there are only 16 (did you catch that--sixteen--SIX-teen) days left until Baby Pea is due to arrive. That's just barely more than two weeks.

Of course, the due date doesn't mean too terribly much, as the likelihood of an early or (oh please not) late arrival is very possible. At my last appointment I had graduated to 2 cm.

Apparently, I will be walking during lunch this week... and not napping. ;)

Showers!

This last Thursday my coworker/boss-type, Elvis, disturbed me from my afternoon nap. Having a headache, I wasn't too happy about it. Luckily for me, my coworkers not only took my mind off my headache, but they helped to remind me of how grateful I am for them!!!

A little "inside" joke...What a friendly bear! =)
Will wonders never cease??A friendly bee...
Oops, no... that's TWO friendly bees!
For little Baby Pea to gaze at! =)

Not too many weeks ago...
On one bright spring morning...

Some of the lovely ladies from our ward gathered together...
For some lovely punch...
Yummy treats...Sweet favors...
All in honor of Baby Pea!! =)
Anna, on the left, was the hostess with the most-ess. Next to her is Camille, whose children (especially Becca) I've mentioned before...
This is Laura, our favorite primary chorister! She does such a good job with the music in our nursery! I also really love watching her interact with the kids (including her own 4!!)... she's really patient and sweet with them...This is my friend Sloan and little Livia (one of our nursery kids from last year... oh so cute!!)...
Some of my favorite guests didn't stand taller than about 40 inches... =)
This is Jene`... (I'll tell you a "secret"... She was the absolute FIRST person to know we were pregnant... I guess that's what happens when you are nice to the new girl and she needs to figure out where to go to the doctor... =D)
You almost don't want to open it...
This is the very grateful girl/almost-mother. She may look familiar. ;)Elizabeth was the amazing photographer, hence she's not in any of the pictures... I think she did a wonderful job documenting this fun occasion, don't you?

Last Night

Chris worked last night which gave me the opportunity to do a little homework. My online literature class requires a lot of reading... which I am struggling to keep up with. Hopefully that will be remedied soon. I assure you though, that I'm not going to bore you with a study log. There were two things that occurred last night that I thought worth mentioning.

If you've read our blog about The Chronicles of Our Apartment, consider this an amendment to it. Last night, as I sat reading William Wordsworth, I could hear the ticking of our clock... and something else. Water? Could it be? Yes, it could; and it was. I decided to check our bathroom and sure enough, I found a nice little waterfall coming from our vent almost above the toilet. If it were a few inches back the water would have landed nicely, and cleanly into the toilet, but of course, it was splashing all over our bathroom. I got a plastic container and put it in the bathroom and then went and knocked on our neighbor's door. It took a while to get someone to come down, there was a small flurry of footsteps before they came down. They were doing laundry in their sink (Hmmm...THAT's interesting) and either forgot about the laundry, or forgot about turning the sink off. When they heard the knock they figured something must be amiss--they found the sink running and apologized profusely. It was, of course, ok, and I told them so... when I came back inside our apartment I found another two little drips going in our bedroom doorway, got a container that would reach both, and returned to my reading. When Chris came home he thought I had made cookies or something, as he could smell something sweet. Personally, I thought it (the water) smelled like ginger. We may have to ask our neighbors what laundry detergent they are using...

BABY PEA: When I think of the baby I always call him/her Baby Pea, I suppose it's because I can't help but imagine that he/she is like a little pea. Chris seemed amused when I related this to him last night and said something about me being a pod... So I guess it is pretty appropriate. Well, as we were talking about Baby Pea, I could feel some definite movement. I was pretty sure I'd felt it during the day at work, and I think I first felt it about 2-3 weeks ago, but not really much at all since then. We were pretty excited about it. We've done some reading and we are at the stage when the baby starts to hear things going on outside me... It was pretty amusing to us that it was when we were talking about Baby Pea that he/she decided to make him/herself known to us. Almost like, "Hello! I can hear you out there and I know you are talking about me!!!" Chris got to feel Baby Pea too, which makes it soo much more fun! This baby must be strong! We couldn't believe how powerful some of the kicks/movements were!