Gender Love

I've made it to 16 weeks! That's four months in human terms. Thriller! So far, so good! Knock on wood. According to the books, Kitchstar should be about the size of an avocado, 4.5 inches to be exact! In the next three weeks, Kitchstar should go through a tremendous growth spurt, doubling weight and adding inches to length. A possible kick is even possible at this point. Shane and I are totally enthralled! Every Sunday night before bed, we grab our week by week book and read up on the kid's weekly progress. I get all warm and fuzzy when Shane takes interest. It's the first time. He can't tell you who Donald Rumsfeld is, but he can tell you that unpasteurized cheese causes listeriosis.

Tomorrow, we're scheduled to see Dr. Sue McDonald. Unfortunately, Shane may not be able to attend as he may be stuck on a job. Nonetheless, the show must go on. At this point, the ultrasound will be able to indicate the gender. To add excitement to surprise, we will not be finding out the gender. We're going old school yo. We're living on the edge. We're just praying for a healthy Kitchstar. Otherwise, we look forward to the big surprise! There's something about not knowing that will make the arrival of Kitchstar even more captivating. So get your bets on boys, the pool is on!

Shellie's Proverb: A dish without salt is bland.

Thus far, my pregnancy has been smooth. Knock, knock on wood. Not one visit to the porcelain queen. Girls, I swear by ginger root. If any of your are suffering from mild or heavy morning sickness, simply steep ginger root in hot water and I promise there's hope. My weight gain is only in my belly. My food cravings are dormant. I'm keeping active with swimming and prenatal yoga. Over and out this is the Kitchens bidding you tata for now.

Lesson: A Grasshopper must practice the art of appreciation to become master of his own temple.