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Week Thirteen
~ Guess I Should Call the Doctor, Huh?

No, believe it or not, I haven't seen a doctor yet. I didn't want to start those monotonous visits yet. I figure I should see him so I can get scheduled for ultrasound (usually done at 18 weeks) and have all my samples taken, at least for baseline reference. Nathan needs to get his immunization before school as well so we'll go together. I have been following StorkNet's Pregnancy Week-By-Week guide and getting helpful hints from the TLC Calendar too. It still fascinates me how the baby forms etc. even the fourth time around.

Shawn bought a hand-made guitar from a local craftsman. Nathan calls his pick a "guitar penny." Sam learned to clap his hands. He tries to climb up the stairs now and usually gets stuck about three steps up.

I finished up a little wooden rocking horse I've been working on, and I'm really pleased with how it turned out. I did it dappled gray (sponged) over white (spray paint) with rosy cheeks and dark grey yarn for mane and tail.

I've got the "house shopping bug" as Shawn calls it and would like to get to work finding a new place to live. I'm really torn between needing more room and wanting a better location and leaving the great co-existence we have here. I would really miss Kim and Frank.

I've done a lot of cooking and baking this week but my work is really starting to pile up. I've got to get organized . . . I can't count how many times I've heard myself say that.

We started planning our vacation for the last two weeks of August. We plan to visit both sets of grandparents and a few other relatives. We're borrowing Frank and Kim's "pop-up" trailer which will make things much more comfortable. We will be stopping at a children's theme park called Santa's Village too. Sounds like fun to me.

I'm back up to 142 lbs. again. No wonder pregnancy is often referred to as a "rollercoaster ride;," everything seems to go up and down and up . . . weight, emotions, lunch . . .

By the way, we told our news to my parents, and they were thrilled. That makes me feel better. We also shared our special information with anyone else we forgot to tell before.

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