Alive and Kicking @ 18 weeks

You turn me on, you lift me up
And like the sweetest cup I'd share with you
You lift me up, dont you ever stop, I'm here with you
Now its all or nothing
cause you say you'll follow through
You follow me, and i, i, I follow you...
Alive and kicking
Stay until your love is, alive and kicking
Stay until your love is, until your love is, alive
Simple Minds

I'm happy to write that my Nuchal Fold and my AFP have come back fine so I'm feeling a little more at ease at actually telling people and putting things in writing. The first 15 weeks were kinda tough due to the fact that food was not really agreeing with me. I wasn't nauseous or anything, but food just wouldn't go down and by the end of the day it felt like food was stuck in my throat. And my burping was driving me nuts! Sit up, burp; lay down, burp; roll over, burp; roll the other way burp; just sitting there, burp. uuuuuuugh. Steven was calling me Burpy. Things that I basically could eat: yogurt, bananas, soup, rice, and salad. Anything more substantive was a real problem. But luckily that cleared up, for the most part, just in time for Thanksgiving! Tuuuuuurkey! I'm getting a little tired of the restrictions. Don't eat this or that, or drink this or that. And now I'm supposed to lay on my side. Not just any side, but my left side. This is such a challenge as I've been sleeping on my back for some time now. I've taken to placing as many pillows behind me as humanly possible (and as the bed allows) so that if I do fall on my back, I'll at least be on an angle. Not that I'm complaining or that I'd trade it in. Not in the least.

So it began during my last week in Bloomington. We were eating lunch and I got this weird jab in my stomach. Kinda made me jump. Gas? Knowing eyes at the table guessed it was a kick. Time to pay attention! My mom happened to call that afternoon and asked if I felt the baby yet and when I told her she started her giggling and said that Yes, it was weird. So now I'm wondering just how often does this happen?

Steven had been calling me Beenie Weenie since this spring when I mentioned that he really doesn't have a nickname for me. So that's what he came up with. It's hilarious and makes us laugh. When we went to Ralph's festival this year, we stopped in the local grocery store... and lo' and behold there were actual cans of Beenie Weenie's!! What a riot. Well now, the baby is Eenie Weenie. And the nickname has stuck.

During our trip to London, eenie weenie was very active! Almost clockwork... about 30 minutes after having tea or eating supper it would begin it's dance in my belly. Sometimes it would take me by surprise and I'd just about jump out of my seat.