Once upon a time, there was an incredibly growing gal. She watered her little baby, and let the rain shine… and each and every day the growing gal grew. And so it is with me… lil’ bigger every day.
Not sure what’s going on with my internal brain- I need to Baby Whisper myself. Sunday I went to bed at 3:00 am. Monday I woke up at 3:45 am, and never did go back to sleep. This morning I woke up at 4:55 am and was out walking by 5:28 am. Hoping tonight I can make it to 6:45 am- with the now typical middle-of-the night tinkle.
More photos… Bear with me- I am putting them all-out-dere so I can have ‘em when the blog gets printed (annually).
We’re starting back in San Fran- hope you aren’t car sick yet.
This reminds me of the Chevy Chase ‘Vacation’ scene… “Look kids, there’s the Eiffel Tower.”
Those of us that are children of the 80’s should recognize the yellow Victorian house in the middle.
Think John Stamos (Uncle Jesse), Ashley and Mary Kate Olson (Michelle) and Candace Cameron (DJ). Did you guess it?
Look kids…. it’s the Golden Gate.
13 weeks down, 27 to go. But whose counting?
Okay, so this was a fantastic neighborhood restaurant tucked away in Nob Hill. I had to take a photo so I wouldn’t forget it- Venticello. Got it Stacy? It was all locals inside, an intimate setting with maybe 10 tables total. They surprised us with homemade, complimentary Creme Broule for dessert since we were there on our actual anniversary, April 21. You can also find them on Open Table., which I used to book all dinner reservations.
Another good one, while I don’t have any photos, is Dry Creek Kitchen in Healdsburg, CA- which is Northern Sonoma County. It looked kinda of snazzy and we weren’t expecting much- only because by this time we had been eating out for days– but we were pleasently surprised by their authentic dishes with enough flavor to make us literally eat and say “oh wow” with each bite. Just like the hair shampoo commercials.
The hubster thought this neighborhood upon water was so cool. I think in his next life he wants to live on a houseboat. So long as he can take his iPad.
Since I am still wearing my fanny pack, holding a large paddle in the air in my tour guide mode– Follow me to our next stop which is… Madrona Manor.
The entire trip started when we found this B&B on Travel and Leisure website and one of the most romantic hotels. Barring no tv, it was. Think iPad and Little Fockers- great way for Mr. R to let the wine buzz wear off at night.
That’s our room on the balcony.
View from our room’s terrace.
Hop Kiln Winery– our first vineyard stop. I mean… Mr. R’s first stop- I was just there to show my support.
I’m not gonna lie- we don’t know the first thing about wines. We’re more of a Crown-and-Coke kinda crowd, so this was quite the educational experience.
Outtake #23– auto timer gone bad.
Auto timer that is working.
Obviously I got a little carried away with the auto timer. But hey, it’s been (how old is our oldest child?) 8 years since we had pictures of us so we were making up for lost tim possibly.
Which brings us to Baby #3….
Apparently I don’t posses the patience I once had as I can not wait until May 25th to find out the sex of the baby. So sweet hub is taking us to the 4D prenatal-experience-thing-a-ma-bob ultrasound on Saturday to find out the sex.. Yay!
14 weeks means I am officially in the second trimester. I asked my OB yesterday if my urine test was still postitive. He looked at me with a puzzled face and said, “Garrett, you are kidding, right? We don’t test your HcG anymore- you are in your second trimester. It starts going down now.”
I suppose at some point during this pregnancy I will stop worrying that I am going to miscarry, again. I thought by 12 weeks some of that fear would dissipate– while it has subsided I now wonder if and when it will disappear completely. Maybe never, and that’s okay. Keeps me that much more grateful to have this little bog-a-boo tucked inside me thumping away.
“It” was moving all around yesterday- like a little drunk. Hmm, maybe I did sip too much wine afterall. Kidding. Only kidding– MOM.
For the record- both the girls think it’s a boy. In fact, Britton insists on calling that baby Harry- middle name Potter, which is what Mr. R affectionately refers to the baby as — Harry Potter. Sad, huh.
Now– sleep machine is calling to me.