More odd dreams and some gymnastics

OK last nights dream involved some old friends from high school, and Dave Attell.  Ted and I were staying at their house, but it was actually 1991 all over again.  Dave Attell was drunk all the time, and we couldn't figure out why, but he wasn't funny.  Wonder where that part of it came from?  Mostly our days and my dream consisted of hanging  out at their house, having some drinks and always running out of cigarettes.  Good times?

 

Today is my 16 week doc appt.  Should get to hear the heartbeat and schedule the ultrasound appt.  I'll post when we get that situated.  That should be the most exciting day until the kid gets here.

 

As for the kicking update, I seem to get punched and hit on a regular basis after dark. This little 3 ounce person can do some pretty good moving when he/she wants to.  I had forgotten what a cool feeling that was though, sort of like someone tapping their fingers on your stomach rapidly.  These are the simple joys in life.