" Fetal Development - Week 26

The baby now weighs between 1.5 and 2 pounds/ 680 and 900 grams and is
approximately 9 inches/ 23 centimetres long from crown to rump. He
makes breathing movements but has no air in his lungs yet. At 26 weeks,
fetal brain scans show response to touch. If you shine a light on your
abdomen, your baby will turn his head, which according to researchers,
means his optic nerve is working."

Also, I'm in double digits now... 98 days to go! Woohoo! Now that may
still seem like a lot to you... but it's really not! For one thing, I
started at 280 days to go... for another thing, that's about the length
of summer when we were in school... and didn't that go pretty fast??
I am starting to get excited... Still a little unreal but oh boy.
Hopefully this week we'll paint the "kids" room and get our new carpet!
We went to the Fall Festival yesterday and I had a very cute lion
companion.. we forgot the camera today but I'll post a picture
tomorrow.
Then off to the Radiant recording which went really well.. night 2
tonight. I'm going to rest up all day so I can sing tonight.

peace out

I celebrated Halloween once. Probably more than once but there's only
one I remember before the aged parents put the big kabosh on the evil
day...
I was about 5.... I was Myself the Elf. I remember the title and the
wings distinctly. Now, was Myself a diabolical scheme of Daddy's to not
have to buy a costume, or was I a licensed trademarked character? I
will never know.
I do know that my candy was heavily taxed by himself. The Easter Bunny
always gets his cut.
Then it was off to Piney Woods where the horror of the day was
evidently revealed to us and my yearly candy bounty days were cut to
one. You always knew who's parents weren't saved or at least
enlightened because there they'd be November 1st with a lunchbox full
of goods. And though we scorned their religious apathy, we ate their
candy.
I like the Fall Festival deal... you go to great effort to dress up a
kid who can't wait to pull his/her ears/tail off and rub his/her little
black nose up his/her forehead. And everything is very very itchy.
But you still score some loot. And they will figure this out eventually.

I am the Easter Bunny now.

We'll see if I come up with something to write about... we shall see

I think Richy's a little concerned about my Rumsfeld reference yesterday. Well, Rumsfeld is a hottie. So is Sean Connery. Is he ever.
But my taste runs toward really really skinny musician types. Like Bon Jovi. JOKING!
Isn't it funny how we women get away with "appreciating" men and men can't get away with it at all. It makes perfect sense. But it's funny.

Happy Birthday Heather and Mikey! I remember when they were born.... we
rode in a little brown beetle all the way down 45.... probably. Or we
might have flown in a big blue and white bird...
One problem with being twins is everybody just calls you the twins.
Those poor quads.
But I remember after they were born staying at Georgia's house...
actually that must have been right before because Bobby made up a song
for my 7th birthday... 7 is Heaven, it was called. It was a good year.
I don't really remember much about the twins then. It was months later
that I dropped Heather on her head. I do remember that. Sorry, Heather.
You seem to have turned out all right, despite this burning desire to
marry a missionary and move somewhere with outhouses.
I never dropped Mikey. Maybe he felt jealous. Maybe that's why he never
tells us about his secret girlfriends, I don't know.
Anyhoo, happy 20. I cried when I turned 20... leaving my teens and
all... of course I got married at about 14 so I don't know what the big
deal was... but it was a pretty good year.

Today I am planning on laying around. I would like to go see Jason
Upton in Beaumont... but too mucho driving for me.... so laying around
it is.

Well, we lost the World Series... and thus, my monthlong interest in
baseball will go the way of its fathers.
I stayed up way too late the night before last watching a 14 inning
game, and then not sleeping all night for whatever reason watching tv
till 2 in the morning tells your brain there is no more sleep.
Today I very comfortably could have slept longer.... very unusual for
me. But someone who will remain unnamed came in here shrieking to Woody
about Velveeta cheese and Democrats. So here I am. Better late than
never.

I am only about a week more pregnant than I've ever been. But it's very
interesting how different it feels. Physically and emotionally. Last
night I looked at Babies R Us and Target online... I have had some kind
of mental block about planning for a real baby to come and live
here.... but it's fading and I'm getting excited...
Am I going to have a baby? Some friends I have online who have
experienced loss call it a "take-home" baby. I want to tke this one
home. I expect to. And it's tripping me out a little.

10 weeks sounds like nothing. Like I will make it there, easy. And if I
make it 15 weeks, great! But I like the sound of 10... or 9 and a
half...

Guys day was a very interesting experiment. I may keep it on
Wednesdays...

My appointment was good... no change! Holy Moley! I could have this
baby in 10 weeks and he'd be normal! Well, Yablonski "normal"...
then I had to have a shot... to mature his lungs - pretty standard for
previous preterm deliverers... but now both hips hurt. Cry for me,
America.

Remember, tomorrow is guy's day on the blog... I'll explain the rules
in the morning.

I have an appointment in an hour... slept late, now waiting to GO GO
GO....
Update should be early afternoon....

"Your baby weighs one
pound, nine ounces, and measures 22 centimeters crown-to-rump. Your
baby's ears are fully functional now, and he or she may even blink in
reaction to a loud noise. The brain is growing rapidly. If you could
look inside your uterus, you'd see a well-proportioned head and body."

Well, my birthday week is over... but the post 24-week euphoria is
just beginning. Oh, this is fun! Even my aching bones and 3000 trips
to the "jane" are fun because I've never made it this far! WE'RE GOING
ALL THE WAY, BABY!

the Astros lost last night.... mostly because of stinking cheaters.
We'll see if they get away with that in Texas...

I think I may go to church today. So the lecture begins now.
The subject of today's lecture is Dee Henderson. Dee writes romantic
suspense.... usually cop/military types falling in love despite
themselves and then getting blown up, etc.
They never planned to fall in love. Especially the men. Because the
country is too important, darnit, and they might have to sacrifice
themselves for the good of mankind. But then they meet her. And she is
one tough cookie. Dee's women just step right over the bodies and keep
going. Of course, later they can't sleep and the guys have to take them
horseback riding or make popcorn or something. Because she has to have
a vulnerable side. And she never meant to fall in love. Love is messy,
and her family is dysfunctional or something. But then the terrorists
come or her plane crashes or somebody tries to kill her and what can
you do? You have to survive. So you can get shot and kidnapped and so
forth but you're tough as nails. Then he comes and rescues you. And he
is VERY angry because you should not have gotten shot or kidnapped. And
you are so tired and worn out from getting shot you show your
vulnerable side and let him kiss you. But really, you have every
intention of going back to Bosnia or Chicago and showing that villain
what's UP.
And nobody (except the villains) ever makes a selfish decision. It's
God mom and apple pie... just the way it has to be.
But they come to some kind of agreement and get married and then in the
next book they get pregnant and are just a side story.
But America will be okay because you have cousins, or brothers or
something who plan never to fall in love.

I just can't think of anything entertaining. I'm sure it will come to
me in a blinding flash later today. For now..... pfttttt

Tomorrow: the long awaited Sunday fiction lecture!