Baby Kicked Daddy

Jesus finally felt Baby G move Tuesday night. He's been waiting forever, trying so hard to feel the baby. I would tell him when it moved, and he'd put his hand on my belly. Of course, the kid would freeze, and not move until he moved his hand. So finally, he was patient enough and felt a few good kicks. Now he's as giddy as a school girl :-)

Action Shots

I was going through the pictures on my computer and came across these action shots.

Starring:

Chica-bica!!!!

and Waldo-faldo!!

It's amazing what dogs will do for treats.

I Just Want My Dog Back

Jesus and I had to make the hardest decision of our lives yesterday. Waldo had been losing weight, not eating, and his back end has been really sore and stiff. Friday night, I found a sore on his back and decided it was time to take him to see the vet. Waldo had lymphoma, his glands were swollen everywhere, and Dr. Dan was almost positive he had tumors in his chest which was why it was so hard for him to breathe. We decided to stop his suffering and had him put down yesterday morning.

I miss his ginormous feet and the way he stomped around everywhere and how we could hear him coming from a mile away. I miss his stinky butt and the mysterious air leak sounds that always seemed to eminate from his hindquarters while we were deep into a movie.

I miss the way he woke us up at 2am because he decided he needed to go outside. I miss the "bump-bump-bump" of his tail on the wall in the mornings when he was so excited to wake up and face the day. I miss the soft fur on his belly I stroked when he cuddled up next to me.

I miss his breath on my neck and the slobber dripping down the window whenever we went somewhere in the car. I miss his "happy-dance" when it was time for food. I miss his half-assed rolling over whenever we tried to get him to do tricks.

I miss his slobbery beard that always left wet streaks wherever he put his chin. I miss the way his eyebrows stuck out just so and made him look like an old man. I miss his gigantic brown nose. I miss him being always at my heels when I try to make dinner, because let's face it, he never stayed out of the kitchen.

Mostly, I just miss my Waldo and want him back. You were a great dog, Waldo, we couldn't have asked for any better. We love you and miss you.

It Moved!

There's something poking me from inside my belly! I've been paying close attention to see if I could feel Baby G move yet, but everytime I think I feel it, I toot and the feeling goes away. But not this time! I've felt the same thing a couple of times throughout the day, and it's a completely different sensation than anything I've ever felt before. Whoo-hoo! It's about time! :-)

The Teeter-Totter Effect

I've been trying to sleep on my stomach as long as I possibly can, because I am a stomach sleeper. That's how I fall asleep at night. Now, when I try to sleep on my stomach, I get the teeter-totter effect. I have to balance on the big rock in my abdomen and it's not comfortable, not to mention probably not good for Baby G. So much for sleeping on my stomach. The time has come. I need to invest in a body pillow. The body pillow I currently have tends to snore and jab me with his elbow in the middle of the night. That's not too comfy either, but it's better than teeter-tottering!

And just cuz they're cute, here's a picture to share:

And here's what he'll look like when Baby G is 9 mos old:

Or if Baby G is a girl:

Prego Belly

I've received a few requests for a belly picture, so here it is:

15 weeks down, 25 to go. Only a little bit longer and we'll pass the halfway point! Hurray!!

A Tribute to Charlie

We lost a major part of the family today. My parent's dog Charlie wasn't doing very well for the past couple days/weeks. He was getting sicker and sicker. This morning, he hit bottom and was taken in to the vet. The vet said that Charlie was so sick and his proteins were so low, that even if he were to do the treatment required, he had less than a 25% of making it through. My parents had to make the difficult decision to stop his suffering and send him to the big dog park in the sky.


Charlie was a better dog than anybody could ever ask for. He was smarter than what was good for him, and lived to please. He had millions of little quirks that made him the special dog that he was. He passed on long before he should have, as he would have been only 8 in September.

Lots of tears have been shed over his passing, and many more will be shed in the coming days when we see little reminders of the best little dog there ever was.

Rest in peace Charlie Brown. Know that you are loved and are sorely missed.

Charlie

2001-2009