We are growing!

I just got back from my doctor. Hannah was totally freaking out. She freaks out every time we go anywhere that there are any people who look remotely like a doctor or a nurse. I tried to tell her that it wasn't her doctor, but it was my appointment, but it didn't matter. She was still a wreck. She doesn't even like it when I go get a pedicure. She gets really squeemish and keeps saying "boo boo? Mommy boo boo?" Then she waves her hand and shakes her head and says "Go bye bye." When we took a family portrait she thought she was getting a shot. I think she's traumatized because she had to get all this dental work done when she was one. She had to go completely under general anesthesia and I have never been so worried. So now, joyfully, I am going to have someone else to lose sleep over. We are thrilled and I was starting to get a little worried and wondering if I was ever going to get pregnant again. Thank You Lord!

Now I have to do all the fun blood work and I'm just waiting for the morning sickness to take hold of me. But I love being pregnant. I've always been a little self conscious of my tummy. I blame it on my short torso. If only I was a couple more inches longer....Even when I was as tiny as I could be, before the college weight, the marriage happy weight, and then the after baby weight, I was bummed out about my stomach. Stupid now that I look at it. I think it was at time when the bare midrift hoochie clothes were in too. But anyhow, when I get my pregnant belly I feel fabulous. There are no rolls to worry about. Just a glorious, round bump. And then at the end you get a wonderful baby who completely changes your life and you end up not being the selfish narcissist you once were and don't think about your rolls. Every roll, stretch mark, and scar is a treasured badge of the little person you brought into the world and love endlessly. We are growing!