We aren't very good at keeping up with our baby's progress. Monday I wrote that we are in Week 8, but I think we might be in Week 10. Who knows, I'll find out from the doctor next week. However, if we are in Week 10 then I feel a little better about the growing pudge that is my stomach. And, if it is Week 10, Little Rosey should be about the size of a grape with un-webbed fingers and toes, hair, teeth...the blood is circulating and it's even starting to swallow! How crazy is that!? I am getting more and more excited everyday to go to the doctor and hear that heartbeat. It's pretty hard not to worry about everything - and in every moment it feels like hearing that heartbeat will just make everything feel better!
I'm really starting to connect with some things about moms that I never understood before. I was feeling especially close with Sandy the other day when I was watching Ellen - I wasn't even watching Ellen, I just happened to catch it for 5 minutes on my way out the door. And 5 minutes was all it took and I was on the couch balling about some story about a family and blah blah. In that moment I knew I understood Sandy a lot better - and wondered if I too will forever have the crying allergy.
You can always leave it to me to make a HUGE transition even more exciting by making additional changes at the same time. Apart from moving our apartment (again, just downstairs) I'm hoping my other move will prove beneficial for our family as well. I've been working at my current State Farm office for a year now and finally hit the mark where I need to make a switch. To keep it simple, I'm on a different page than my boss and would like to be on the same page as the holder of my paycheck going forward. I will be working here until the end of April. There are ideas and possibilities but nothing carved in stone about where my employment will be in May. It will be somewhere, just awaiting clarity and results. Also waiting for a big strobe light to shine down on my path so my feet know which way to go. If you'd like to toss a prayer that direction, I'd be very grateful. I feel peaceful with the decision but anxious about the undefined next step.
This past weekend was great fun and a flashback to our cross-country days. Our friend Julia (who is approaching her 3rd marathon) wanted to get a group together to do a 60 mile relay. The relay was broken into 10 parts with each person running two 6 mile stretches. They had me talked into running just one 6 mile leg when I found out we were pregnant...and then I really weasled my way out of it with the whole appendix thing! Phew. Anyways, luckily, they found a replacement and so on Sunday Julia, Erin (Joe's sister), Erika (Erin's friend), Derek and Steve (our friends) ran the Mount Si Ultra Marathon Relay. As amazed as we all were that they completed the 60 miles without barely breaking a sweat, some people there were running 50 miles alone! That cannot be healthy. Joe and I (along with Vic, Eli, Eric and Erika's husband) went to be the support team. We didn't make it for the 6am start time, but showed up energized at 10am (halfway through their relay) with McDonald's in hand. I'm not sure if I thought they'd be running 60 miles on a track, but I didn't take into account that we'd have to travel from "exchange" to exchange! We were booking it - I was exhausted. But it was so fun and again I felt thankful to have such awesome family and friends around. It made me sentimental for cross-country and thankful that I had 2 excuses not to run! Plus, if Eli isn't the cutest thing in the whole world, I don't know what is!
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