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Tradition states that one must observe a groundhog’s burrow on this day. If the groundhog emerges and fails to see its shadow because the weather is cloudy, winter will soon end; however, if the groundhog sees its shadow because the weather is bright and clear, it will be frightened and run back into its hole, and the winter will continue for six more weeks.

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Punxsutawney Phil of Pennsylvania? Saw his shadow

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Happy first day of February. The due date has just about come to an end with no baby. I am just waiting. Trying to do it patiently.

p.s. The Rite Aid here does not have Thrifty's ice cream. No Chocolate Malted Crunch for me

Due

So this little guy is due in a couple of days and I can't help but worry that the time will come and go. With no baby that is. For some reason I don't think he is in any rush. That's fine by me, but I don't think the Doc has the same philosophy. You see, he has only had 2 babies go over their due dates in his career, none of which were by choice of the Doc or mommas. I might be his only patient that has said, nah... let him come on his own time. I can't help but feel some pressure to get him out. I think if I go over 1 week the Doc will want to induce. I REALLY don't want that. Let's hope this little man will come on his own, preferably this weekend so he can meet his Uncle Matt :)

Pregnancy

This is long overdue! It is about time I stop and write down a few things about my pregnancy before it is all over...

I will NOT miss all of the people who ask me when I am due. The women look at me like I am crazy or something is wrong while the men continue by telling me how huge their wives get. Poor wives, I think. If they only knew their husbands were telling me how fat their butts get. And they have to show me by moving their arms in a circular motion around their butt and upper legs, as if to say THIS big. Hmmmm, yeah I won't miss that. I won't miss waking up to acid reflex and bruised ribs. I will not miss having to wear boy clothes. Nor will I miss not being able to snowboard, ice skate, travel, etc.

I WILL miss my hubby telling me how beautiful I look and how much he loves my belly. I will miss the belly rubs he gives me which makes the baby move around like crazy trying to find his touch. I will miss the feet, knees, and elbows that poke my stomach out. I will miss my stomach moving and morphing into all different wierd shapes, and coning when I lye up or down. I will miss Jillian's giggles when she sees or feels any of this. I will miss her waking up in the morning and asking if the baby is here while peeking into the bassinet. I will miss all of the ultrasounds where we get to have sneak peaks at the little guy and take home his first photographs. I will miss listening to his heartbeat, but also the silence I still hear while he is on the inside. Most of all I will miss my big belly with him in it.

Chocolate Malted Crunch

I was under the impression that there were no Rite Aids in Utah. Apparently I was so very wrong. After just reading a friend's blog and reading that she recently ate chocolate malted crunch ice cream, I started majorly complaining to Kyle.

Kyle: Oh I just saw one the other day.
Me: What?!
Kyle: Yeah
Me: Why didn't you tell me!!!
Kyle: I just saw it!

So anyways, I am a seriously hormonal prego. Which means I am on the verge of tears because one of my favorite indulgences I thought I couldn't have, I could have had.
The. whole. time.

As my eyes are filling up Kyle is laughing at me and making a pouty face with his lips. I've decided he's having the next baby. And I will not allow him to have his favorite ice cream and I will laugh at him when he can't eat sushi. I will also laugh when he can't surf, snowboard, or do anything of physical enjoyment.

Grandpa Manny

Wednesday night in bed Kyle received a call from Brian letting him know that his Grandpa had just passed away. Kyle flew to New York the next morning to be with family and attend the funeral services. I am sorry I cannot be there as well. It is hard to be away from Kyle when I know he is grieving and not be able to pay my respects. Grandpa Manny was a great guy. 

I'll do another post when Kyle gets back.

Farmington Pond

There is a path by our house which leads to Farmington pond. We decided to venture off and take the dogs for a walk. The last time I went on it it was fall and all the leaves were orange and falling. It is just as breathtaking with snow. When we reached the pond it was completely frozen over. Some boys were playing hockey while others ice fished. I had never seen either done on a pond. It was cool! We let the dogs free. They chased the geese of course. I always thought the geese and ducks migrated, apparently not. Still trying to figure that one out. We had a great time and my Mom wanted to keep going back.