wow... Has it really been 20 days since I last sponged? I realize now it is easier to write when I'm going through turmoil, and thankfully, my life has taken on a new, happy and content quality that makes it so easy to get up and simply live every day. But let's see, what has happened in the last 20 days?

On Saturday, the 9th, Mike and I spent the day cleaning windows, blinds and screens. I didn't work as hard as he, well, I suppose I never do, but on that particular day it was mostly because I began feeling really bad in the afternoon. I had really bad cramps, slight nausea and a general feeling of ickiness. It was as if I was menstruating again! I wandered from room to room, trying each chair and bed for a comfortable place. A hot shower helped momentarily. The next morning however, I awoke wondering if this pregnancy thing was all a dream. I felt great, had no trouble rolling out of bed, and seemed to be walking better. I literally felt as if I was a different shape. Was the baby just settling? We would find out later in the week at our appointment with Joanne that all that activity was in actuality, little Macy turning around. She is now in the breech position, the little stinker. She's been vertex the whole time!!! So now what? We will give her some time to move on her own, but if not, we will be scheduled for an external version (I think that's what it's called). Heard mixed reviews on those. Could be painful, maybe not?

In other news... I made it through my big presentation. It went well except for the fact that it was quite hot in the room and I'm having difficulty breathing anyway. So needless to say, I stood before the class, face red from "all attention on me" (happens every time, no matter how comfortable I am) and from the heat; plus, I was out of breath virtually the whole time. Ted, the man who sits beside told me he was worried about me and did I feel good. I just laughed as I explained to him the downfalls of public speaking while pregnant (at least for me). I'm so proud of myself for not taking that personally or being embarrased or feeling stupid. That same night, we had a statistics test. As I started in on it, I realized I didn't study quite as well or as appropriately as I should have. I was praying for a C, but ended up getting a B+. Happy about that.

Otherwise, an uneventful week. Mike attended "Deer Camp" with my brothers/cousins/uncles this past weekend. I missed him. I went to Marz on Friday night with Trudy, Tammy and Tracey. Saturday, I had lunch with Nicole, christmas shopped for Mike (successfully, i might add) and spent the rest of the day on little projects around the house. I painted a couple pictures for Macy's room, began filling out the baby book and the wedding book, and painted two shelves in the kitchen. It was kinda like old times, being home alone and finding so many things to do. Notice I didn't say the good old times. It made me really appreciate my new life, and feel sorry for the lonely way it used to be.