So I am sitting here on the computer all morning reading about what to expect in my 17th week of pregnancy and "peanut" decided to start tapping at my tummy. It's such a great feeling. Last night during dinner I was leaning over, elbows on my knees and it felt like a fish squirming around in there... The first trimester your afraid because miscarriage is more common, second trimester most of your pregnancy symptoms have gone away 'cept for not being able to fit into your pants. And you start to feel the baby tap and move a little, and when you don't feel anything you're paranoid that the baby died and is just in there. But then the tapping and squishy fishy movements start again and I find myself overjoyed and sit here crying in my happiness. I have been one of the lucky ones and have been recognizing movements and tapping for a couple weeks now, which is considered really early, I guess I can tell the difference between baby and gas. Some women don't feel anything until the 20th week. That would drive me crazy. To be huge with baby and know it's there and growing but to not feel it move. It does at times make me just amazed at the human body. I have another human being inside. A little person that God decided to give to us. I really do feel fortunate. John is under the impression that we are going to be "popping" them out one after the other. 6 under 6. I don't think so. Unless there's like a set of twins or two. He thinks ten is a good number. That has to be a joke.

If any of you have been to Fred Meyer, target, Michael's or anywhere to shop you have noticed that the Christmas decoration frenzy has begun. I can't help but be excited, I have always loved this time of year. Maybe it's because my birthday is right around the corner, the early hopes for snow and hoping to get what I asked for. I remember looking through the JC Penny catalog and circling all the toys I wanted, still haven't gotten that electric keyboard, but that's okay. I remember getting matching everything with Toni. Either a doll that was the same but with different hair color or clothes and pj's that matched. Indeed. I remember spending all the birthday money that I received as presents from my grandparents and using that to buy my family their Christmas presents. I would usually need to "borrow" some money from mom to help pay for things. And it seems to me that we were always one of the shoppers who would be out the day before franticly trying to find something for someone. I have always been a planner, a list person. But I am also lazy and a procrastinator. What type personality is that? I love to plan things and think about how I want them but I truly lack motivation. Like this blog, I have a hard time sitting down doing the same thing until it's finished. Maybe that's why I have a half finished quilt, unraveled yarn and books half read. I get bored and move onto something else.

Well, speaking of needing to move onto something else, I think it's just about time.