Sprout is as big as a Mango - 19 weeks

Look Dave ... a week just for you - yay!

Thanks love.

Hey everyone, it's dad here. You can tell because this update is two days late.

So, as you can see from the title, sprout is as big as a mango, one of my most favorite fruits. Let me be the first to say, this is one kicking mango, literally. More often than I expected at week 19, Sandra will get a look on her face, immediately grab my arm, and press it firmly onto her belly. Lo and behold, there's a kick or three. :)

Now, mind you, these aren't your ordinary kicks, they feel like very light taps at this point, but if ever there was anything that could bring a smile to my face, this is it. Sandra often describes sprouts movements as 'swimming', stating that she feels the little one moving across its little kinderhaus with Olympic zeal. Perhaps sprout will be a butterflyer...lord knows I wasn't.

This weekend Sandra and I played it low key for the most part. We spent Saturday morning at Hugo's for brunch, catching up with Sandra's high school friend Michelle and her dad and friend Jim. Wonderful food and lively conversation were the order of the morn, and then, a nice long nap. I am getting a lot of freebie naps on account of Sandra's freebie naps. Win win.

At week 19+2 days, Sandra and I are officially sinking into the new place. We've purchased and had delivered a couch that will properly seat a hockey team and we are unpacking our last official moving box. From here on out, it's 21 weeks of leisure, netflix, guitar noodling, reading, sleeping, sleeping again (Sandra still gets the insta-sleep), and generally storing up energy for the sprout debut.

Future Grandma and Grandpa get to see the kinderhaus this Friday for the first time as we fly back to Cincinnati for a friend's wedding. In addition, my rather large and always wonderful extended family will also be getting together, and I'll cash in some more of my free designated driver chips. Until then, I leave you with an updated belly picture. Enjoy!!!