I thought I would include some pictures of Punky making Hubby his Father's Day present. We did painted handprints of both of the kids. She loved painting...er...rather mixing all the colors together on her handprint. She was quite upset with me when I deemed it done. My kitchen table was at risk of becoming metallic purple, pink and orange. But Hubby loved it and took it to work with him this morning to display. Chicken did one, too, but didn't paint. His little handprint turned out perfect and I hated for his little fat rolls to disappear underneath the paint. It'll be a nice keepsake to look at years from now.
On the pregnancy front, is it possible for a kid to fall out? No, I'm serious. I NEVER did this with Punky or Chicken. All I can say is thank goodness for kegel exercises 'cause right now it feels like those muscles are the only thing holding her in. I start getting checked by my OB tomorrow. After I went in for monitoring and was a fingertip dilated, I'm hoping I've made some progress since last week. Even if it's slow, I want to have the chance to go on my own. And since my morning sickness is trying to come back, I've got WAY more energy than I should at this stage, she's dropped, and many more signs that tells me I'm gearing down for the big day, I'm hoping this is a good sign.
And still no names. I'm soooo tempted to name her Bertha when he leaves the room. It's a family name after all (my grandmother, but she hated it). Maybe if I insist, Hubby will get serious about picking out a name. He does read this blog, everyone, so leave him some "encouraging" comments to get his butt in gear about helping me name this kid!