We are almost finished getting this place looking like a home, and  I have been feeling better for about a month now so I thought I would start calling my friends.  My home number is DELETED.  So if you see that on caller ID, it’s me!    I’m still not quite back up to my pre-pregnancy weight, but I am very close, and my belly button is starting to look weird because my stomach is getting kinda big.  That’s good news.  I’m also dealing with a very very very active little boy.  He likes to kick…..in the guts.   Odd feeling.

Jessie and I were running errands the other day and we decided to just get dinner from a drive-thru because if I wait too long to eat I puke (go figure) so we go to a Wendy’s and we order our food and we are waiting by the window to get our food and it is taking a really really long time for our friggin food to come through.  It might surprise some to know that there is a HUGE Mexican population up here.  There are a LOT of Spanish-speaking people up here.   Not a bad thing, just not what I would have thought.  ANYWAY, the people who worked the window at this Wendy’s were predominantly Spanish-speaking and were not totally 100% on English yet.  To get to the point, Jessie and I were joking around while waiting and Jessie was making jokes about drive thru’s and he was retelling a joke from a stand-up comedian we had seen where he was talking about how when he was a teen he worked drive thru’s and there were always people who never spoke directly into the receiver at the drive thru or never spoke loud enough and all he could ever make out was “pickles”.  So Jessie started using the funny voice the comedian used and was sitting there saying “pickles” over and over again, making me laugh.  FINALLY we got our food, and the lady in the window was looking a little confused, but we didn’t pay much attention and went on our merry way.  We go park somewhere so we can inhale our food, and Jessie unwraps his burger and it is piled sky high with pickles.  I guess the people at the window heard him saying it and joking and assumed he wanted a pickle burger or something.  You probably just had to be there, but it was hilarious.

This kid is making me proud already.  He is getting pretty big.  He’s about 7-8 inches from head to butt, so he’s a good size now.  When he kicks I can put my hand over my stomach and feel it in my hand now, so I try to share that with Jessie and if Lukas is being active and kicking the crap out of me, I grab Jessie and put his hand where I know the feet are.  Lukas becomes suddenly very still.  Jessie waits about five minutes, assumes the action is over, and removes his hand.  As soon as he removes his hand, the baby starts kicking again, so again I try to place Jessie’s hand so he can feel.  Stillness.  We play this for a while until Jessie gets frustrated and gives up completely, at which point a get kicked a few more times before Lukas goes back to sleep.  How horrified are ALL his grandparents going to be when they realize this kid acts like his mother?  Just another reason for my to smile every time I think about him.

I’m babbling, I know, so I’ll shut up now.  Expect some phone calls either later this week or next week.  I miss you guys.

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