You know, sometimes I just find myself thinking about you and how blessed I am to have you in my life. And it’s funny to think that neither of us were looking to befriend the other. We were just coasting fine. Consuming time.
It’s funny how the years pass and no one can walk into my life and take your place. It’s no wonder the saying goes that good friends are hard to find and even harder to replace.
And to think of how much you put up with my whining… and my rambling… and my grumpiness… and…
It just baffles my mind sometimes to think of how you stuck close to me and spurred me on.

Just wanted to share these thoughts as I sit here in this life-less office where the only sounds are the low hum of the AC and keyboard keys. As I wait here for more work to come and fill these last 3 or so hours, I was just thinking of how far God has grown you…

and how blessed I’ve been to be a part of some of it.

– love you, Robin. –

Last night I dreamed that I got a tatoo. Not just any tatoo, but the BMX-biker type full upper body from neck to wrists to naval tatoos. Can you even imagine?! I was completely tatooed from neck to naval. And the funny thing was that I did it because in my dream Matt thought it was cool and I wanted to do it for him. Only I was completely trying to cover it up so no one would notice and be comfortable with it. (Totally my non-flashy character.) I told Matt about my dream before taking off for work. And I explained to him that in my dream I tatooed myself because he thought they were cool. “Not that cool!” he commented as he rolled over with a smile.

Four month prenatal visit went well. I’ve gained no weight in the past month (which doesn’t bother or concern any parties involved in the doctoring process). So I guess what I experienced over the last month was a great migration/weight shifting. Being one who’s not conscious about her weight, but just aware of healthy weight verses non-healthy weight, this concept makes me laugh. So that little one who seems to need a constant feeding of starch or carbohydrate product has found their source… sucking from various parts of me. Hehehe. Good for them. Take as much as you need baby… I’m fine with being left with what I started with. (I’m really not naive enough to think that this pregnancy won’t be the biggest weight gain that I’ve had since my own prenatal moments.) But I do think the human body and, in particular, this human body is hillarious in it’s adjustments to pregnancy. I’m all out of wack! Hehehe.

So with a little baby bump, I find myself quite satisfied in the current conditions:
puking once per week (or twice if it’s a “bonus” week)
eating “fairly” normally (or at least more closely to a normal eating pattern – 3 “meals”)
and sleeping ALL THE TIME!

And while depending on the shirt and pants selection it may be questionable if I’m not just gaining weight or actually pregnant (though Matt said if anyone ever thought I was just getting fat he’d “handle it” – hehe), when the PJs come on, the baby bump appears. “Hello in there,” Matt reaffirms the growing bump. =)