We have made it to 18 weeks, 4.5 months. Some of you may thing this means we are half way through...you would be mistaken (most likely). Contrary to what we were taught in every single health class (and a ridiculously funny movie starring Hugh Grant called, you guessed it, 9 Months) baby incubation periods are actually calculated somewhere closer to 10 months (or 40 weeks). This week the little bean has grown to the size of a Bell Pepper and will be called either "Baby Bell" or "Peppy" depending on which parent you ask. I, of course, opted for Baby Bell as it bears a strikingly similar resemblence to the brand of cheese I often eat, and I am obsessed with anything cheese related. Baby Bell is supposedly moving around in there, but I have yet to feel it for real. In other news, THIS is what I had for lunch today...perhaps you can hear me smiling through the computer ("Turkey Club...I can't quit you"):
So, some of you may know that Sammy is a huge scaredy-pup. She frequently runs and hides, or cries, uses us as a shield when there are loud noises, thunderstorms, or children around (also "things on wheels" for some reason, I put it in quotes because it seems like a Jeopardy category). This past weekend Kurt made a fire, once the logs began to burn they settled and shifted making a loud noise. Sammy, who was sleeping at my feet next to the couch, jumped up and would not leave my lap for the remainder of the day. As you can see from the pictures, Sammy is not a lap dog:





