Halfway to Baby Shelby!

Since I am just setting this blog up, I'm going to bombard you with the current events. Today we are 22 weeks pregnant. We went in for our "big" ultrasound on Wednesday. Still a perfectly healthy baby girl (most importantly ONE little baby girl), weighs about a pound even, straight spine and perfect heart, all organs present and accounted for, ten fingers and ten toes. We got some great 3D pictures, I can't get our scanner to work or I would post them. Her little lips are thinner than Bay's were, but they look like sisters to me. She's a gymnast, I think she goes for days at a time without sleep. She'll move and kick and groove all day, then wake me up several times in the night kicking then too. She's sitting really low, so far she has only moved for Dennis, Clover, Nana and Bailey. She's so low I won't let most people try to touch her. Call me crazy, but there are very few people I will move my pants for to let them touch me, even if they're tall maternity pants. :o) Once in awhile she'll move up by my belly button, but for the most part she's uncomfortably condensing herself down between my hips. I guess she's scared I'll let her out and she'll miss it or something. When Clover climbs up on my tummy, lays down and starts purring she goes absolutely crazy. At first the kicks weren't hard enough for Clover to do anything, but now she has much better aim and a stronger kick. She'll sock Clover right in the dead center of where she can feel her purring, Clover will look at me like, "What the hell?" and shift. Shelby will give her another good kick and slowly work her off of my tummy. Too bad, I liked cuddling with the cat. Her official name is going to be Shelby Kay Carter. I didn't want to commit ourselves to a name right after we first found out she's a girl, but by now I think if we changed the name Bailey would insist we take the baby back and bring home her Shelby. The Hill AFB people came to check our CO2 detector, which happened to be in the baby's room, and Bailey marched in there after her and announced, "This is MY Shelby's room. You are NOT allowed to play in here!!" The lady looked at me like, "What's a Shelby?" since there is absolutely nothing in the room. While we were at the Angels/Red Sox games one of the Angel girls was named Shelby. We decided it was cute, and she was number 18 (for those who don't know, 8 is our family lucky number: Dennis's baseball number, date of our first date, date of our wedding, etc.). We have told Bailey that Shelby will come to our house after Santa comes. Oh, please baby girl, don't wait too long after Christmas!!!!!!