Head, Shoulders, Knees & Toes

Little Lily is going to be a very busy girl, I can tell. I've recently been able to feel little knees, fists, elbows, and whatever else poking at my stomach. It's a weird feeling to have a little creature moving around inside your body. I can feel little hard spots that move around, especially when I push on them. Those spots poke back! I recently read a little blurb online somewhere that at about 25 weeks, her little hearbeat may be able to be heard if Jesus puts his ear to my stomach, depending on her position. We tried, she kicked him. He coudn't hear her hearbeat, but it was almost more fun just to have her kick him. His new game is to tap on my belly to see if he can get her to kick. It works sometimes.

A lot of the time, Jesus will put his hand on my belly to feel for kicks, but since he's also watching tv, he forgets to pay attention. So when she kicks me so hard I feel it in my toes and it makes my eyes water, he barely notices. Must be a good show on tv! The other day I got his attention long enough to feel her moving around just below the surface. He thought that was crazy. I agree. Now I know to hit the pause button. I love the pause button.

Life Without Waldo

It's been about 6 weeks since our beloved Waldo went to pee on the big fire hydrant in the sky, and Jesus and I have discovered subtle differences in how we do things at home.

For instance, we havent had to buy any dog food since. The dog food tub doesnt even look like the dent has gotten deeper. Instead of going through 6 cups of food a day, we're only going to 2. And that's if Chica eats all her food. What's the point of giving her more food if she didn't eat what was in her bowl in the first place?

Also, we've noticed that we're getting rather lax about leaving food on the counters. Waldo was tall enough that his nose would reach the counter and he'd snag anything he could get ahold of. If it was too far back and he really wanted it, he just had to hop up on his back legs and Voila! within reach! So we kept the counters fairly free of food. Chica's a lot shorter, but she can still reach the counter, as we learned yesterday. We came home from the monthly doctor appointment yesterday morning and discovered Chica looking really guilty by the back door and a chewed on bag of pepperoni on the floor. When we had left, the bag was full and on the counter. When we returned, there were 2 sticks left and it was in the middle of the living room. The fun part is that last time Chica got a bunch of meat, she left a really bad, stinky mess. I dont think she's had carne asada since. So Jesus watched her closely all day yesterday, and put her outside everytime she looked a little green. So far, we've avoided any messes. I havent been out in the backyard, and I dont plan to. Ignorance is bliss when it comes to that!

We also dont fill the water bowl nearly as much as we used to. When Waldo was around, we had to fill the water bowl a few times a day. Chica doesnt drink nearly as much water, so she only empties it once every couple of days. So usually when I do refill the water bowl, it's to dump out the old water and give her fresh stuff. She's so spoiled.

People keep asking if we'll get another dog, but as much as I would love to have another dog, I dont think I can deal with a new dog and a new baby at the same time. One is time consuming enough without the other. Maybe when Lily's 5 or 6 we'll think about getting another one. In the mean time, Chica's our girl.