+ Daddy +
Oh, yeah, and your daddy was amusing last night. He believes me about feeling the baby, and he was telling it to poke me as I was going to bed. "Poke, poke, poke." Unfortunately, it didn't listen to him. He also told me I was sexy when I showed him my rapidly growing belly and the lovely denim maternity capris I wore yesterday. He meant it too! I weighed myself, and it looks like I might be down a pound, but we really do own the world's most unreliable scale. How this belly can keep protruding like it's filled with a 5 pound alien growth without me gaining a single pound is beyond me. I'm hoping to find out at the Dr. tomorrow that I have gained some. I never imagined I'd be hoping to gain weight.