Not so surprising, the plans didn't work the way we expected. Dad ended up not feeling well and spent time in bed...with the exception of working on our mailbox for hours...upon hours. Dad and Dixie had a lot of great time outside. Dixie actually ate her collar. I mean ate it...no remnants.
Mom and I spent hours looking for new hair cuts...only to leave our masterpiece examples at home.
Mark spent time...watching college football...and hanging out with whomever was home...and shopping with Mom and me.
On Friday we were able to have a 3D ultrasound done...we watched Noah suck his hand, open his mouth and look adorable. Mom went with us, as did a good friend, Ashley. It was difficult to see. I was on my side, trying to get Noah to move, Mark was beside me, holding my hand. On Sunday, after my parents left and the house was quiet, Mark and I cuddled on the couch and watched Noah's debut together. It was incredible.
Sunday afternoon was my second baby shower. The first was given by my sister,Helen, and was an intimate gathering of family and friends. This was a shower with my wonderful friends of Missouri. Mom was there with me and Mark showed up near the end to help unwrap the gifts. I was honored and blessed beyond belief.
While we miss home daily, we were reminded that we are surrounded by people who love us. We are part of a community. God put us in a place like no other. He hand chose where we would live and who we would meet.
In the pictures I am 28 and 1/2 weeks pregnant. The pictures simply do not reveal just how big my tummy has gotten...sorry Helen...but trust me on this, Noah continues to grown, as does my abdomen.
