Fifteen Weeks

Another week has zoomed past! I got to see my grandparents whom I don't see very often, and show off the little baby belly that I have. I'm quite proud of it. If you mention it, it will make me smile. :) My in-laws are here this week as well, so there's another part of the family who hasn't seen me since I announced.

The past two days I've been wearing maternity shorts--the kind with the hideous full panel. I definitely do not fit in that, yet, but it worked when I rolled and tucked and folded the panel down. Today I pulled out some capri pants, this time with a yoga-wear-like elastic waistband, and it fits just perfectly. Thanks Karen! I think these are my new favorite pants. That paired with my favorite tees from Motherhood (they're not frumpy, and they're nice and long), and I'm good to go.

I've also designed out what the nursery will look like! I'll scan it in and put it up soon, I hope. I'm really excited about it.

A couple weeks ago my mom and I sat down and rearranged the house (on paper), so Jon and I will start shifting things around pretty soon. Then by the time my mom comes on Labor Day to help us organize everything, we'll have hopefully gone through all the junk stuff in our storage closet and thrown away what we don't really need.

I'm realizing I do need to simplify things. I've cleaned out all my magazines, which is really a small part of the Norvell household, but it's a step! And an admission that I can't keep everything. I'm tired of all the random things stuffed into our house, but I haven't been willing to actually cull anything out. So, maybe I will do that now.

Other than that, things have been quiet! Newbie is 4 inches long now. When I say that, it doesn't sound like a big deal. Then I look at something that's about 4 inches long and I think, "Wow! I can't believe there's a 4-inch long baby inside me!" I don't know when I'll get over the craziness of carrying a living being in my belly--probably about the time I push it out!

Oh, so that brings up another story. On Mother's Day weekend, my mom was helping me try to get an earring in my cartilage piercing. I had my head down on the bathroom counter because I was feeling faint, my mom had put a cool damp cloth on my neck, I was holding a piece of ice up to my hear, and yelling, "Ow! Let me do it! Ooohh....be careful!!" and making all kinds of commotion about my ear. At one point I looked at my mom and said, "I guess I should get the epidural, huh?" and she quickly replied, "Yes, dear."