I collect nativities. He made this one for me. They are spark plugs. In fact, baby Jesus was made out of a Champion spark plug. Richard had to learn how to weld and everything. The gift was perfect.
This week we might get to find out the gender of our baby. How stinking cool is that?!
I really wish I didn't hate eating so much. Especially whilst I am preggers. I don't eat enough and I get soooo dang nauesated. Nothing sounds good to eat. Seriously hate it.
I feel inundated (is that the right word?) with dr appts. This week the perinatalogist, next week the OB, and the week after that the brain doctor. Really?! Good grief. Oh well, it could be so much worse.
I can't think of anything else to post. I thought I had a bunch more but I guess not. Better luck next time.
