I DID walk on the treadmill last night, thank you very much. I really needed some good food so I got industrious and made a chicken pot pie. It took a while because I puttered around trying to figure out just what to do, but once it was in the oven I walked for 20 minutes. I had a hard time with my right hip though, and ended up having to walk pretty slow.
Tonight should be the same drill, minus the pot pie and hopefully the hip pain.
The pot pie turned out amazingly well, actually. Darrell came home and since it was still sitting on the stove, he went ahead and ate some. I think he said something along the lines of it being as good as "the real thing." I have stood against banquet and triumphed! Muhhahahaha! Actually he said that moments before biting into an icky pearl onion which was part of the vegetable mix I used. I thought I had sufficiently warned him, but I guess not! I don't do onions like that either, so I'll be getting a different veggie mix next time. Here is a picture, because I was just in that kind of mood. It tasted much better than it looks!
I read yesterday that before ultrasound was a (mostly) accurate way of dating pregnancy, doctors would advise women to note the day they first felt baby movement, count forward 22 weeks and that would be an indicator of the time they would deliver. It provided fairly accurate results apparently. So. Twenty-two weeks from the time I first felt Ethan kick will be Tuesday, November 18th. Since I'm convinced that he's coming late anyway, that's the date I'm going with. This is not mother's intuition speaking, just spectulation.
Darrell is convinced he's coming early. I have to say, as long as it's within a safe range, I won't be bothered by that in the least. Providing he's not born on Halloween, that is.
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