Approaching the big day...

And by the big day, I mean the day where I get an ultrasound and we should be able to find out the gender of the baby.  2 weeks from today we should know!  Damon and I are unbelievably excited to find out what's growing in my belly.  Even though we originally said that we wouldn't find out the sex of our first baby, I think those of you who know us well know that the likelihood of us actually being able to wait was about as realistic as us not opening all our Christmas presents before Christmas.  It's true, we have that horrible habit.

I had my 4-month appointment this past Tuesday and found out that I'm now the same weight as I was before I got pregnant.  Funny though, because most of my pants don't fit me anymore.  It's good though, the baby is growing, the heartbeat is strong and I feel great.  

I'll be 18 weeks on Saturday and in the words of my co-worker, I've "really popped this week." Ha, I think, or at least I hope, she meant that in a good way. 

I feel the baby move more distinctly now and the other night when I laid down to go to sleep, Damon and I could actually see which side of my belly the baby was resting in.  It was so cool.

Last night Damon put together the first piece of furniture for the baby's room... a cube organizer that we'll use for books and toys.  Gnarly is already jealous of the baby's toys and sat in the guest room whining and reaching for the stuffed animals.  I think it's good that we're slowly starting to make changes, not only for Gnarly, but for me.  As Damon and Lux say, I like to be the foreman, but I also like to be able to do things myself... a little bit of change at a time is good.  I'll save the big changes for a few months from now.