Okay, that sounds weird. The grandma and grandpa part, not the happy anniversary part. I've been calling mom and dad gramma and grampa for 9 years, because of their granddog, Bosco. But now that it's a real kid, it sounds weird.
Interesting.
Anyway, my parents have been married 44 years today. I don't know how they do it. Trent and Bean and I are taking them out for dinner tonight. MMMM Bean gets pasta! He looooooves pasta.
On the homefront, Trent and I are going to get Bean's room cleaned out this weekend, goshdarnitalltoheck. I can't look at it the way it is anymore. I'm at 23 weeks today, and it's freaking me right out that I could, if need be, deliver 9 weeks from now. 9 weeks? I'm not ready for that. Nesting overdrive...........
What I am ready for, though, is almost a full year at home with Bean. Trent's taking 6 weeks (hopefully 3 at the beginning, 3 at the end... not all 6 at once, or there's no way we'll make it to 44 years... ;)) so that will be a huge gift for him to start bonding with Bean. It must be sad/hard for new dads to have a baby one day and go to work a couple days later. Leaving new mom all alone to wonder "what now?"
Bean is growing a lot and I feel him kicking many times per day. It's funny, at 21 weeks I would feel one kick and then nothing for a couple days. At 22 weeks, it was more regular. At 23 weeks, he's keeping me up at night. I feel as though he's jumping rope with his umbilical cord. Stop it! It's not a toy! Mind you, it must be awfully boring in there. If he's anything like me, he's going to hate lying around for another few months doing nothing.....
He is around a foot long now, and weighs almost 1.5 pounds. It's bizarre to think in 3 months they pack on all that weight!
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