I've been meaning to do an update for ages, but this has been a really easy pregnancy. (I didn't say that! SHHHHHHHH!!!!) So I keep forgetting.
We are currently about 27 weeks pregnant with about 7-9 weeks left to go. I never got morning sickness, although I do get car sick. Allergies are beating me up, but that's normal in the spring. This past week I've begun having problems sleeping through the night, having to get up in the middle of the night again to make a potty run. The problem with that is that once I'm up, I'm awake and it takes an hour to go back to sleep. :(
The baby shower in Arlington is next weekend, so I'm excited about that. Mom ordered the crib bedding and it's in, so I can't wait to get a hold of it, it'd be better if we had the crib to put it in. :)
Elisabeth is very active at night and first thing in the morning. I guess school bores her because she's very quiet during class. I haven't noticed hiccups yet, but I figure we'll get there, eventually. The belly's getting pretty big, and the waddle is very pronounced, especially when I'm tired.
At our next dr appt next Friday, they're going to begin testing for preterm labor, it's called the fetal fibronectin test, basically it's a very good indicator of if you're going to go into labor within the next two weeks.
Overall, we're doing great :D
So, Jordan and I go to Hooter's a week or so ago, and we decide to text Chris and see if he wants to meet. The answer was a resounding yes.
We're all munching on our fried pickles, chit chatting, having a good time and Chris decides to order an adult beverage. No biggie. Until our "waitress" comes by and asks what he wants.
Chris:"I'd like a bourbon diet"
Her: "A what?"
Chris: "A bourbon diet."
Her: *very confused look on her face* "Is that a drink?"
The boys look at each other and, in unison, raise an eyebrow and look at me, I tell the girl, yes it's a drink.
Her: "Ok! Diet what? Diet Pepsi or Dr Pepper?"
Again, the brother looks at me with that look and tells her "Surprise me".
After she leaves, he looks at the both of us and we all crack up! We're thinking, no biggie, she'll go ask the bartender WTH her customer is talking about and then we'll go on with dinner, right? WRONG.
She comes back with a full-sized Diet Pepsi.
Somewhere in this mess, Jordan and I's meal shows up. We'd ordered all drumsticks and fries. The wings were mixed and the fries ice cold.
At this point, I decide pregnant chick is gonna get mouthy and ask for the manager.
When he comes over, we explain the wings ("Those are flappers!" Yes, I know, and the fries are cold), THEN we get to the drink. At this point she brings over a little plastic cup full of some kind of dipping sauce that no one asked for.
When I explain the drink situation, he immediately begins cracking up.
THE IDIOT HAD BROUGHT CHRIS A PEPSI AND A BOURBON DIPPING SAUCE!!!
Yes, we got a Bourbon Diet that was mostly Bourbon and a fair chunk taken off our bill. I told Chris to order a beer next time.
There is much pink and frills and bows in our future! Jordan's intuition was dead wrong, and Daniel Gabriel became Elisabeth Isabelle. Her name means "God's promise" or "God is my oath" and her first and middle name are the same, in different languages. It took us until last night to come up with a girl name. We had Isobel, Isabele,etc for a middle name, but couldn't come up with a first. I've loved Elizabeth my whole life, but it's Jordan's sister's middle name, so we had initially nixed the idea. But, I kept coming back to it, so the compromise was to change the "z" to an "s". The picture above was taken at the end of the ultrasound yesterday, she'd had enough and stuck her thumb in her mouth and rolled over, funniest thing ever.
