Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Everything is going great. Since we had our last scare I've been able to see the baby on ultrasound twice. The heart was beating away, the baby was growing right on schedule each time, and no more spotting. I went to San Francisco as planned and had a great time. I felt good and I wasn't to tired. I did go to bed at 7:30 Pacific time the first night.

The weirdest thing happened though. I haven't had an official "morning sickness", but I didn't expect to since I haven't thrown up in 20 years (I refuse to do it). But I have been feeling kinda queasy and not really wanting any food. Especially if I have to cook it. It's all just kinda gross and my stomach is unsettled for lack of a better word. When I was in San Fran I didn't feel weird or gross one single time. I think it's because I ate on a more regular schedule and I had the food served to me. I really wish I had that here.

On a sad note, my 90 year old Grandaddy died yesterday. He was a farmer until just a few years ago and as kids my sister and I and two cousins followed him around when he fed the pigs, chickens and cows. He took us for rides on his tractor, took us fishing, and we rode in his truck to Uncle Luther's country store for bottled Coke and Zero bars. I have so many wonderful memories of him. He had really deteriorated in the last few months and about a month ago he had to be put in a nursing home, which he did NOT want. He wanted to die on the property where he was born and lived his whole life, but it just wasn't meant to be. He was pretty miserable the last few weeks so we know he is in a better place, but it's hard to let him go. I hate that he will never see my children and they will never know him. My sisters kids are all so lucky because they knew him and got to ride on his tractor.

We are heading to the funeral in West Tennessee and will be seeing family we haven't seen in a long time. There are some tensions there, with one cousin in particular, so I'm a bit nervous, but I don't want to miss this. You don't get do overs on funerals. Luckily Chris worked it out so he can come with me, which was hard since we are leaving for our cruise next Thursday and work is crazy for him.

We get to take another peak at the baby next Wednesday before we go out of the country. My Dr is wonderful and said come in whenever I need to and I'm trying not to take advantage of that. But I will feel better about being on a ship with no great medical personnel if I know the baby is fine before we go. I'm starting to get used to this being pregnant and I'm feeling like it might actually work out, so for now I'm pretending to be any normal pregnant girl. Hopefully it will get easier everyday until I actually AM normal.