Sporadic Update Time

Ok, I really suck at blogging. I did the same thing when I was a kid. The book fair would roll around once a year, and I'd buy a good, new-smelling diary and vow to write every spare thought in it at least once a day. Well, let's make it every other day. Or once a week. Or month. Oooh, book fair time again! Shiny new diary! You get the picture.

Things on the pregnancy front are very, very good. I feel good, I look good (pat myself on the back, there) and most importantly, the baby is perfect. She (yes SHE!) is growing just like she should be, all parts are present and accounted for. She's doing so well, in fact, that my OB moved my due date up a whole week, so now I'm due on February 28. I'm in my 23rd week this week, and it's really hard to believe that the time is passing so quickly. I figured that being pregnant would drag on, waiting and waiting for the new arrival. Instead, I'm finding out that time is hurtling out of control and I have so much to do and less and less time to do it in!

We've decided on a name, but we're not telling. I thought my family was going to run me out of town because we won't tell the name. I just don't want any comments from anyone before she gets here on what we've decided to name her. We already found out the gender, so we need some element of surprise, right?