Don't tell the baby, but...

So, the doctor calls and says "we received your ultrasound report, so please call us." Not knowing what to think, I called and nervously asked what the report said. "Everything's fine," she says, "except..." At this point I have just calmed down so I get anxious again. Calmly she tells me "your due date has been changed...to June 4th." Why is she so calm? I have to carry this baby for an extra week and a half? And we'll both weigh quadruple what we weigh now? Unbelievable. So don't tell the baby, because if he's healthy on May 25th, I still want him thinking that he's coming out then! We don't need another Deringer born in June!

Other than that, life is great. Semester 1 is wrapping up, Shane is back in his routine of work, video games, surf and sleep, and the snow is finally melting. The baby is getting stronger every day and actually kicked his daddy in the face the other night. At any point in the day I can stop and feel him running laps or doing Tae-bo in his getting-tighter-by-the-day-bubble. We are 22 weeks along and baby and mommy are both happy and healthy. What more could you ask for?

Until more news comes along, point and laugh at my tantalizing, succulent, voluptuous...belly.