Good Morning Everyone!
Last week was crazy with the conference and all. This weekend (Monday counts too as it was a holiday for me) I didn't even bother to crack open my computer. Everything went really well at the conference and I got a ton of comments about how adorable my bump is and how tiny I am (really? Because I don't feel tiny... I feel like a manatee).
On Saturday DH went with his cousin to a renewable energy conference and he is learning how to be a rep for them to make us some additional money on the side. Neither of them wake up to an alarm very well so I was up at 5am prodding them to get in the shower, drink coffee, eat breakfast, get dressed and get out of the door. Finally they left and 8am and I went back to sleep until noon. DH had been a dear and cleaned the whole house while I was away. Unfortunately nesting mode hit hard. So I did a deep clean and brought out the steamer and furniture polish. My kitchen is sparkling and woe be it to the man who disturbs my awesomeness.
Then we had planned to go to church on Sunday. At 8am (really? We don't have kids yet and church doesn't start until 11am...) DH's SIL calls and asks if he can come over and help her move furniture to their new house. So off he goes and I tootle along to church where I am sure everyone believes I lock my HD in a closet and only let him out for special occasions.
After church I make my way over to SIL new house and "supervise" the unloading of the truck. Because apparently I'm breakable and cannot be allowed to lift anything over a 1lb. It was annoying and I felt useless. Then they leave to pick up another load and I'm left with my 9 year old and 4 year old nephews who were super cranky from having been out late the night before. 4 year old napped while I supervised the 9 year old on clean up duty (room, laundry, dishes). So right as the second load was finished and DH and I were able to head home so he could change into clean clothes for Bible study a huge CRASH sounds from the kitchen. The 9 year old dropped three ceramic bowls and managed to cut a huge gash in the palm of his hand.
So my emergency training kicks in. Apply pressure. Escort hysteric child and mother to my car. Hand DH the keys. Type in address to GPS and away we go to the kids ER where 4 hours later the 9 year old emerges with 7 stitches and a story about how he was bit by a shark.
Yesterday his parents decided to keep him home from school so he stayed with us all day. Which meant we got nothing done that needed to be done (including going to look at a potential rental that is a lot bigger than where we are now). This annoys me because my BIL was off yesterday. Given he works nights and got home at 9am, but he still could have and should have looked after his own son.
Baby news! Our little girl almost has a name. Right now we are thinking of Aari Quincy or Aari Garey (my maiden name), even though I'm still thinking Quincy Rae is cute. She is a very active little girl. Any time my stomach growls or I eat she starts kicking. Thankfully she normally sleeps the night through. Except for last night she didn't want to settle down. Whenever DH puts his hand on her she stops kicking. The moment he moves it away she would go crazy. Finally he just ending up spooning me and wrapping his arms around so that I could go to sleep.
Also sciatica has been a constantly companion recently. I've had to deal with it before due to a nasty slip and fall a couple of years ago. But now I can't bend down to put my socks on so DH has to help me.
But anyways... Congrats on the
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. At least the numbers have evened out a little bit. Aari is kicking away due to a rumbly tummy so I think I'll eat some yogurt. We have our 22 week appointment with the midwife this afternoon and then get to go tour the hospital. Am I weird to be looking forward to getting all the paperwork to fill out for February?
after the scan! If I think that way then at least i won't be disappointed 
