Almost half way!

Here's to hoping that bump doesn't grow any until I hit the last few weeks, lol!

Our ultrasound is scheduled 2 weeks and one day from now on Wednesday, May 13th, which happens to be Joe-Z's birthday (purely coincidental!). We're SUPER excited.

Side note {probably more for my remembrance than anything}:

I wouldn't say that I think I'm having twins. But I'm pretty sure I'll cry if I'm not.

How silly is that?!?

In the beginning all I wanted was for this baby to be a girl. Somewhere in the past 16 weeks I changed to wanting a boy. And then it changed to one of each. I want a girl, but I'll be sad if it's not a boy. I want a boy, but I'll be sad if it's not a girl. Does that make sense?

I took an online quiz that's supposed to tell you if you may be having twins (I know, I know. Online quizzes are entirely inaccurate. But this was not just "Are you dreaming about your baby coming out a cheeseburger" or something like that.). I scored 7 out of 10. Of the 3 I didn't answer yes to, 1 was ultrasound confirmation, and the other was confirmation from a special blood test you can take.

However, even though I could answer the other questions with a yes, they were things like "you measure large for your date." Yeah, I do, but I also did with both of my boys...they're just enormous babies! "You felt fetal movement early on." Yes, but I did with my other two as well...again something I attribute to the babies being bigger...I feel them earlier. "Above average weight gain." Um...yes. But, in my defense I was on a healthy eating and exercise program before I got pregnant, and as soon as I started feeling queasy (even before the positive test), that all went out the window...the baby needs what the baby needs, after all ;o) And so on and so forth. All the yes answers could also describe my other pregnancies.

So. Anyway. There you have it.

Happy baby growing!

Because it's been a week...

I thought I'd share an Easter family picture.

The real Easter post is yet to come!

Our boys

When Levi was little, he never wanted anything to be messy or get on the floor, which made for one great self-feeder. John Morgan's self-feeding has been pretty indicative of his little personality. He just wants to get it done as quick as he can. Which up until now, meant it all went on the floor and he just cried for more. I'm pleased to announce that he has finally started to eat the majority of the food on his mat! Woo-hoo!

Levi's new thing is lining things up. Cars, blocks, animals, you name it, he loves to get them into a straight line, then mess them all up! What a cutie!

John Morgan's favorite toy...any type of shoe! But especially Levi's sandals that have lots of Velcro. Too bad they're his favorite chew toy, not play toy, lol.

You...FOOL!

*Warning: Read at your own risk. This post may not be suitable for the tender-hearted, those who love animals, those that are pregnant, or those that cry easily*

So. Today I was having a rather nice morning. The sun was shining (finally!) and the boys and I were out running a bunch of errands (more on this later). We're enjoying driving along one of these beautiful, canopy-covered roads that make being in Tallahassee extremely enjoyable. All of a sudden, I see a car up ahead swerve out into the other lane. So does the next one, and the one after that. Then it's my turn. I see this:

Or something like this, as this is (obviously) not an actual picture of my beautiful turtle friend.

He's almost across the road, neck and legs outstretched in an effort to just get to the grass a few feet away. I contemplate slamming on my breaks, putting on my flashers, and helping the poor little buddy across the road, but think the guys behind me looks kinds mean, and he might not like that. I decide I'll turn into the next driveway and swing back by to help after the car behind me has passed (this whole thought process takes like .5 seconds...you know how that goes...). So, I swerve out of the way and watch in my rear view mirror.

To my horror, the guy behind me isn't moving out of the way at all. There's no on-coming traffic. There was plenty of room between us, surely he could see little turtley-wertely. "What the heck? Move guy!" I yell, hoping he'll somehow hear me or maybe he'll get the message telepathically. But, alas, he never swerves. Are you kidding me? I look away about .000001 seconds before my little turtle friend makes his way to heaven.

I'm shocked. Are you kidding me? How heartless! How cruel and insensitive!?! The flood gates open wide and I can barely see the road anymore. My tender, animal loving, overly-sensitive, cry-at-the-drop-of-a-hat, pregnant heart is broken. And the whole scene keeps replaying in my mind. Ugh.

So, the guy drives up beside me at the red light. I'm in the left-hand turn lane and he's in the straight and/or right-hand turn lane. Luckily he pulls up farther than me so he can't see me shaking and crying, and screaming "you FOOL" over and over again. That was all I could come up with. "You FOOL." Nice. I'm hating this man and quite frankly, wishing that he was as small as a turtle on the road so tat I could run him over. I guess I have a thing for defenseless little animals.

Okay, I'm pulling it together, trying to dry my eyes so that I can keep my little family safe on the road. My turn light turns green. As I start to turn, I realize that this man next to me is going too! I think "oh no! he's going to run straight into that truck that's turning from the opposite direction!" As he's on his way, he so kindly swerves in front of me to turn left from the non-left-turn lane, cutting me off to the point that I had to slam on my breaks to avoid slamming into the driver's side door of his car. I shouldn't have. I should've hit him. I wasn't going all that fast, it probably wouldn't have hurt him all that much, but his nice expensive car would've had a nice ding in it...and he could've paid for it. But, I did stop. After all, my kids were with me, and I didn't want to hurt my beautiful van. He never even acknowledged me there behind him, although about 4 of us laid on our horns. He didn't wave or make eye contact or even flick me off. Nothing. I have never had so much road rage in my life. First, he kills my unsuspecting, shade-craving, almost-across-the-whole-road turtle buddy, then he cuts me off beyond belief.

Ugh. Too bad the world doesn't have more middle-aged, Italian men driving around in their expensive cars, taking advantage of the world. Surely it'd be a better place. Not.