Ferret Bites

I was talking to my little/tall brother Daniel the other day--he was in a loud restaurant.  He said, "So I hear you have a ferret bite!"

"A ferret bite?" I repeated.

"No, a FERRET BITE." he responded.

After going back and forth several times, I realized he was not saying ferret bite, he was saying PARASITE.  Which is true.  I do have a parasite.  A 16 week old parasite, that has made its home in my abdomen and has been sapping me of my energy, making me slightly ill and giving my hair and nails new life.

I've been told that the parasite is human.  A human baby.

It will make its debut April 13ish--shockingly close to Finley's original due date, April 15.

I've been suuuper slow about telling people, and especially you, blog.  For some reason I've been a little nervous/lazy.  I've wanted to go to just one more appointment to hear the heartbeat, wait one more week... little babies are a nervous thing.  I think having gone through pregnancy once, and now having so many friends having going through it as well, makes me more acutely aware of how many scary things there are, and how great a blessing this life is to us.

And here's your first weekly picture of my belly, 16 weeks.  (It is totally awkward taking pictures by yourself, so I picked the one with the awesomest face.)

After seeing this picture, I realized several things.  I now understand why some of my students thought I was pregnant before I told them... why my pants don't fit...  apparently I have reverse body image problems, where I thought I looked the same.  WHOOPS!!