so, things have been pretty quiet around the ol' blog...

so I thought I'd ramble a little about the small happenings around here. I'm officially over the halfway mark this week--21 weeks pregnant. Woohoo! I have a consultation set up with Homefirst, the homebirth/uber-crunchy medical practice in Illinois. For those of you who know something about them, it should humor you to know that I'll be consulting with Dr. Rosi. More on that later. I will almost certainly walk away with a story to tell. Ambrose, of course, has been busy. He's not very good at staying still long enough to stand on his own for very long, but has attempted to take a few steps here and there. To his vocabulary, he's recently added "night-night","up", "down", "uh-oh" and now actually correctly addresses "mama" and "daddy". He is in love with his daddy, and has taken a preference to him over me when given the option. Well, usually. We've slowly been making the switch to cloth diapers over the past few weeks, which has been surprisingly enjoyable, and not nearly as gross as I'd expected it to be. There is, of course, alot of trial and error involved, and alot of experimenting to find your own personal preferences. But, on the whole, it really saves us money (really! I honestly debated this for a long time)--and I'm all about that, especially with the prospect of two in diapers. Other than that, I'm having a ton of bizarre pregnancy dreams these days. Last night, I dreamt that I was in labor in a hospital in a labor/delivery room with another woman who was also laboring. Her birth was super fast, and she was just sitting there, holding her baby and telling me that she didn't understand what was taking so long, and bragging that she'd already had her baby. This dream made me very, very angry. Other dreams almost always leave me very panicky, and usually consist of me hopelessly forgetting Ambrose's name, leaving him someplace that I can't remember, or just not being able to find him. Still no buyers for the house, though. It's a bad time of year to be selling, but I'm soooo praying that we won't be moving when I'm 9 months pregnant. *sigh*