It has been an extra special week this week because I finally felt you kick for the first time and knew it was you. Right now Brad keeps waiting to be able to feel, but you're still working on your strength yet. It was so comforting to feel you and know you are still alive and *kicking*, it put my doubts to rest a bit. Your little frame is hardening, which is crazy. But the one of the wonderful things about this week was that you are hungry! Or rather are making me hungry and not sick. Except for Tuesday...Tuesday everything tasted like mayonnaise, and I hate mayonnaise. No worries I remedied it Wednesday with a cinnamon roll or three from the school cafeteria. YUM. Brad and I, as always, are praying for you every day. So many people are praying for you...parents...grandparents...great-grandparents. You are pretty much surrounded, so embrace the love. In a few weeks we will (hopefully) find out if you are a boy or a girl...a much debated/anticipated topic at our house. There may or may not be a bet going...so side with me, ok?
(no worries friends, Brad and I will be stoked boy/girl/hermaphrodite...and yes, I've thought about the last one...)