Forbidden

Well. . . I guess forbidden is a strong word to use. How about stressed strongly against use. What is this I'm talking about. Something so very simple, but it fills my house all the way to the top. STAIRS. My Ob has strongly suggested to me that I am no longer allowed to go up stairs. Which here at the house promotes an interesting problem. Now, at school, no biggie. I've worked it out with my fellow fifth grade teachers, and special teachers to bring them up the stairs where I will meet them. We have an elevator at my school. It is a five story building after all. But here at home, no elevator. So here's what I've been doing. When I get home I come up the steps and stay on the main floor until it's time to go to bed. Clint's been really good with bringing my pjs to me, or bringing the laundry from the garage up to me to fold, and then up the stairs to the bedroom. I'm carrying Dade low, so going up and down those stairs is a real pain. I carried a load of laundry up them yesterday because Clint was alseep, and man it took the wind right out of me.

I'm six months today. Seems like the other day we found out that I was pregnant. Our goal is to work on the nursery during Christmas break. Which honestly isn't that far away. I have two weeks of school and a few days before Thanksgiving break, and boy do I need it. Then half the month of December. Break, then back to school for two more months before I have Dade! Crazy!!! We are going to be taking my birthing classes the month of January. I'm excited about that. I have another OB appointment this week Friday. I need to set up the time for the 4d ultrasound. I can't wait to do that, but I have to wait another month.

I can feel Dade move around like crazy. I had Clint put his hand on my belly yesterday to see if he could feel it but he couldn't. I'm sure in the next few weeks he might be able to. Well I'm absolutely starving, so I'm going to get something to eat for breakfast!