I can actually feel our little boy moving now inside of me. It's a surreal feeling. At our last doctor's appointment we had our twenty-week ultrasound (a month late because of my lovely husband's reservations about ultrasounds hurting the baby), and we could barely get the little guy to move. Ben was pushing on my stomach and the most action we got was when he put his arms up to block his head where Ben was pushing. I told Ben to leave him alone; that he takes after his mother and he just wants to sleep. After listening to Ben complain about our "boring" baby, the doctor informed us that his lack of moving was a good thing, and we might just end up with a mellow baby (I asked him if he had seen my husband...wishful thinking).
My lack of posts is due to my busy schedule since school started back up. Whenever I get a free second, I'm too tired to do anything but lie on my heating blanket and turn on American Idol (which I've noticed has completely taken over fox).



Since Ben decided to post embarrassing pictures of me on our last post (which I tried to erase several times, but he would just post it again), here are some lovely pictures of him with his beard of a month and a half, looking like a mountain man.
