Well, this is what I did over Labor Day Weekend while Jeremiah was (and still is) in Alaska. My belly is really not that big, it's just the end of the day, and it is always bigger at the end of the day...It surprised me a little, to be honest when I saw the picture! This painting is in the baby's room, which now has a crib and a play pen! Well, the play pen is in the closet (which is now free of Jeremiah's clothes-now we share a closet, bummer for me.) and the crib is in a box, but we are moving in the right direction anyway! I've heard that some prego's start to get a little bit crazy about getting everything in order a few weeks or so before the baby is born. Something about nesting. I seem to have begun nesting in month 5. Maybe it's better that Jeremiah is in Alaska! But with the way this kid is kicking, I just feel better when things are done. Plus, I have cut my workouts way back (after I scared myself half to death) and it gives me something to do with my energy (without feeling like such a crazy person).

I love all of the movement...when it slows down I start to worry. The first time I felt him (?) move I was in Walmart...it was the first time I had been there and not run out because I needed to vomit (Walmart smells BAD). I had just drank a can of root beer and I think it gave the little one a case of the wiggles...wiggles that I could feel. The people in Walmart (why is there always so many people in Walmart??!) must have thought I was crazy because I just stopped. In the middle of a well traveled aisle. It wasn't me that just made that...what ever it was! And then a week later I felt it again, but stronger and more persistant. And now I get to feel it every day. Jeremiah is going to be so excited when he gets home and his hand is kicked off my belly!