Week 25- Doing the BRATT

I know it's been a while since I've posted, these last few weeks just haven't seemed too worth reporting. We've just been mired in the grit of the middle of the pregnancy. Exciting stuff like fighting with insurance over medications, trying to manage my nausea, finding childbirth classes, and figuring out the whole doula situation. While I'm still wading through the last two issues, the first two seem fairly resolved. I've settled on a combination of my first nausea medication and the bratt diet. For those of you lucky enough not to know what that is, its a sick kid regime consisting of bananas, rice, applesauce, tea and toast. It's just as boring as it sounds, but it does seem to help manage the vomiting. Now aren't we all glad you didn't have to read weekly updates full of exquisitely boring and mildly depressing detail on these matters?

This month has had it's bright spots though. We celebrated Julian's birthday with the family and took our first trip to Midland since last Christmas. Our main mission in Midland (besides eating at Taco Villa)was to watch my two oldest nephews march in their high school band. Mitchell is graduating this year, and we were glad of the opportunity to see the one year they would march together. Neither Drew or myself are really big into football, and certainly never spent time at the games while we were in school, so we were surprised by how much we enjoyed the game itself. Between the music and the sight if those boys swaddled in their polyester uniforms,the pregnant lady did cry. God I love those kids.. all of my nephews and nieces. As the youngest child, these boys were the first babies I really knew. We measure the length of our relationship by Lance's age. I think Mackenzie is the first teen age girl Drew has liked. When I imagine having one of our own and the weight and luminescence of that love, it shifts my insides- and scares me a little too.

This weeks baby stats- he should weigh between 1.5 and 2 pounds and if he could stand up he would measure about a foot tall. His skin is starting to loose it's translucency and he's got his own fingerprints. His nose and eyes are opening up, and his lungs continue to strengthen. He also voted Democrat for the first time Saturday. Tonight, we are about to find out what he thinks of his dad's special cornbread and beans. Come back next week, cause you know you've got to know how this one ends...