So now that Nick and I have decided on a name for our little one that is still happily growing in my tummy, things seem to have taken a more real turn. I guess its about time seeing as how I only have 11 weeks to go right? Nick and I were talking about baby stuff the other day and he starts talking about me needing to get my hospital bag together. A bit early my dear. But I figure him stressing over little things is a good thing because it means he has fimally grasped the idea he is going to be a daddy. Is it still scary to think we are going to be parents? You bet your boots it is! But we are warming to the idea.
This morning I laid down after Nick left for work to try and squeeze in just 30 more minutes of sleep. So I climb back into bed and Bandit hops up and lays down next to me. He decides the big bump on my tummy looks like a good place to rest his head. I didn't mind because it was not uncomfortable. After about 10 minutes, Sydney started feeling the rice krispies or something because she started moving and kicking like crazy. Bandit must have felt it because he lifts up his head and is looking at my tummy like "Do you mind?! The puzzled look on his face was sooo funny. He decided he wasn't going to take any more so he got down to lay on his own bed where he wouldn't have something kicking him in the chin. Silly silly puppy.
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