We're getting buried up here. Not really. It's not nearly as bad as they thought it would be, but the whole bread shelf at Wal-Mart was picked totally bare in expectation of some pretty intense ice and snow. Today, we enjoyed a nice, mellow snow day. Therefore, Audrey's prego exercise-measuring pedometer registered 0 steps for the day.
Peanut's developing nicely. She's been all elbows and kicks this week, and since she's pretty much completely filling up my wife's stomach, Audrey gets to feel every flinch. As I write this, I hear her little gasps of surprise at those tiny fists of fury testing their mini muscles. Neither one of us can wait to see her, but we're starting to get a little nervous about birth day. We saw a show tonight called "One Born Every Minute" that was pretty funny. It shows different parents' experiences at birth, and I gotta say... there are some dumb people in this world. Between that and America's Funniest Home Videos reruns, we have some good material to keep our minds off the stress ahead.