Ok, so now weâ€™re in our 30th week. For those of you who know about pregnancy, you know that we have only 10 weeks to go. Yes, itâ€™s officially the beginning of â€œFreak-Out Time.â€ Mommy and I have been frantically searching for a house for the past few months to no avail. Weâ€™ve got an offer in on one right now and will hopefully hear about that today. We didnâ€™t get the first two that we fell in love with. Iâ€™m a bit more guarded now. I refuse to give myself totally to this house until I know if I get to live there or not.
The pregnancy is going very well. TJ has a hard time bending over and she hasnâ€™t seen her feet in quite awhile. Another day or two and Iâ€™ll be putting her socks and shoes on for her. But I donâ€™t mind. The deal was for her to take care of the baby while sheâ€™s pregnant and Iâ€™ll take care of her. Sheâ€™s gotten pretty good at allowing me to help her when sheâ€™s feeling tired and achy. Actually, sheâ€™s gotten pretty good at voicing her opinion on just about everything. Mostly itâ€™s great. Mostly. My parents love the new outspoken Terri.
Baby Boy Fuller is kicking hard and moving about much of the time. Itâ€™s great to watch him punching and kicking and doing flips. I think this kidâ€™s going to be a handful. Luckily, the puppy is well on her way to being trained. I think a baby and a puppy would be too much to handle if both of them needed constant supervision.
Our baby shower is scheduled for the beginning of next month and Iâ€™m looking forward to seeing everyone. We donâ€™t get to do much socializing anymore. We have lots of opportunities, but little time and energy. I suppose it doesnâ€™t help that weâ€™re usually in bed by 7:30 each night. Itâ€™s the most comfortable place in the house. Even when weâ€™re not in bed or searching for a home, we canâ€™t spend much time in bars. The smell of cigarette smoke makes TJ and the baby sick. I think weâ€™ll be missing lots of events over the next few years. But itâ€™s a tiny price to pay to have the baby weâ€™ve always dreamed of.