We are still preparing for our move in June. I feel like I should have an index for all my lists. Overall, it's going well. I still need to do the last minute things, and we need to get our house rented out.
Pregnancy is going well. I'm so much more active this time around. With Blake, I was scared to move. This time, I don't have that luxury. I'm chasing a two year old around the park for hours at a time. We will see how that works for me at the end, but I'm hoping my body can keep up with Blake.
I'm 21 weeks pregnant, which is great. I am counting down the weeks until 24 weeks. 24 weeks is viability week, and baby has a 50% chance of survival if born. It was our major goal with the twins. We missed it by a week with them. I counted down until viability week with Blake, and now I'm doing it with Reid. I want to make it MUCH farther, but 24 weeks is my main goal right now. Then 28 weeks, then 32 weeks.
And... Yesterday, I had a moment that made me want to leave the swamp that we live in. While Blake and I were walking through the neighborhood, we found a snapping turtle. It was huge and pissed. Thankfully, my new neighbor came over and flipped him onto his back with a shovel. We called animal control, and two hours later Mr Turtle was hauled off in a truck.
Blake can now say "snapping turtle" as that he is scared of it. Lovely swamp life.
Here is my attack turtle. He wanted to attack everyone. Snapping turtles are mean.