Much to be grateful for...

So I missed Gratitude Tuesday again. But I have a good excuse, honest! I was helping Nick try to get the stuff moved from the den to the living room so we can move Morgan into the den and make her room the nursery. For the baby...who will be here in six months, not seven. If you've ever seen a sonogram, you probably know that the one above is not of an eight week old fetus. I've seen those. They look like Mr. Peanut. This looks like a baby. And that's why I cried when I saw it. Monday I went in for the ultrasound, which was supposed to be of the internal/vaginal variety. We tried that. Then the very nice lady invading my hoo-hah said, "Hmm, your baby's too big to see this way. Let's try it the other way." So she squirted the cold slimy gel stuff on my belly and ta-da! There was a baby! "You're 13 weeks and 1 day," she said as she scanned and measured, "and your due date is October 18." Some of you might know that this is one day after my birthday, and that Morgan was born 3 weeks early - on Nick's birthday. How cool would it be if I could manage that again? I even got to feel the heartbeat! And guess what - today I felt the baby move! I feel like everything is happening incredibly fast. 10 days ago we didn't even know we were having a baby, and now I'm feeling it move.

And Nick is definitely coming around to the idea of being a father again. He's bought paint for Morgan's new room, and he's working hard to get the house rearranged, doing all the heavy lifting of course. He's even got the baby's sonogram up on his tool box at work.