We celebrated Jacob’s second birthday two days later by crossing our fingers and watching as a large snowstorm nearly missed us. Rather than receiving the six to twelve inches of snow and ice mix that was predicted, we were blessed with only a dusting, which enabled our guests to arrive without too much hassle. Unfortunately though, our driveway claimed another victim, as my parent’s van became a near-permanent lawn ornament. Fortunately the “men-folk” were able to right that situation as my mother, sister and I put the finishing touches on dinner and the chocolate cake with the green frosting Jacob had requested. (Note to self … invest in a snowplow before next winter!) The party went very well, if you discount the fact that Jacob opened a present or two and then threw a fit about having to keep unwrapping things.
Life and pregnancy are progressing just as I’d anticipated. I’ve proven to myself that pregnant or not, I can still accomplish some things around our new house. The constant kicking occurs several times a day and I try to gently massage it into a more comfortable position. My fear at this point is that Jacob is getting a little bored with the baby being inside me. He still wants to feel the baby move, but he’s beginning to resist when I suggest good times to feel it. He used to drop what he was doing and run to me, but is now content to tell it “good morning” and “good night” with only a few moments of “checking on baby” during the day.