These past few months have been pretty smooth sailing with the pregnancy, which has been good. However over the past week or so I've noticed some changes: moodiness and fatigue. The moodiness has mostly to do with the hormones I'm sure (although I bet if you asked Rodney to be candid he would say it's no different from non-pregnant Gina) but the fatigue is most assuredly due to the late night Olympics watching on prime time NBC. I am very depressed that Nastia, Shawn, and Michael are all done with their events because they kept me glued to my TV for the past few weeks. It's probably good that I don't find diving and beach volleyball quite as interesting because it gets me to bed earlier. I do have to say that it's been fun to watch the short distance runners, except their cockiness sometimes gets to me.


I think this little girl has been inpsired by the games because she has decided to do some tumbling of her own. Lately she hasn't stopped moving around. Today she was particularly active. This is definately the best part of being pregnant. Feeling that little life move around.


Will is getting funnier and funnier. Today he decided to try some overt manipulation by feigning being hurt when the dog took the ball from his hands. Then to sweeten the moment, he stuck his tongue out to show me where he recently bit it. Guess he enjoys sympathy. Tonight after dinner Rodney and I decided to both chase him around the house and tickle him at the same time and then run away from him. I swear he was going to have a heart attack he laughed so hard. He's also taken to enjoying a good pee in the bathtub. He stands up and lets it trickle into the water that then has to be drained. Let's just pray that he doesn't figure out that pooping can be equally relieving in the tub. G-ee-roosss.


Here's a photo from a recent visit to the botanical gardens. Gma and Gpa Malone, he finally fits into the birthday outfit you gave him!