25 weeks

I'm 25 weeks and loving it. The baby is so active and has been very accommodating to kick when someone special is around to feel it. Sunday at church I sat next to a dear friend, Ethel, and the baby started boxing and high kicking during the sermon. I loved grabbing Ethel's hand and putting it on my belly. I could tell for a moment she wondered what on earth I was doing, but then she lit up.

I have had some awesome cravings over the last month. One night I got back out of bed at 11 pm, made Tuna salad, and then assembled a tuna melt loaded with pickles and cheddar cheese on toast. I brought it out to the couch where Rory was watching tv and he laughed hard. It was almost too cliche.

And yesterday I got the supplies to make those pickle rolls with a sweet pickle, wrapped in salami and cream cheese. My grandma bredberg used to make these and once I started thinking about them, I couldn't let it go. And let me tell you, they did not disappoint.

Check out this blog post of me at 24 weeks with Ivar. It's hard to tell with different clothes, but I think I'm showing pretty much the same...