Laughter

I feel like since I am nearing the end of this lllllllllllllooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggg pregnancy, things have lightened up in my spirit. We received good news from our last ultrasound (even though baby had its hand covering its face the ENTIRE time). The doc took us into her office, closed the door (always a bad sign right?) and reviewed our old pics with us, and showed us why she wasn't concerned. Baby has a perfectly formed upper lip, and although no pics of the palate were able to be taken, she is under the impression that there is nothing we need to worry about.
I think that Rich still has some doubt, but I literally feel like a weight was lifted off my chest. The ultrasound took an hour, and the highly trained tech was intensely focused on the screen doing lots and lots of measurements. At the end (after I had literally sweat through my clothing) she assured us that baby looked fine. Do they train these people to freak you out so that the relief of their words feels even better?
Anyways, I feel like its time to be joyful and really celebrate this little one's upcoming birth. I have had a few *slightly* more painful contractions in the last few days. I complained to Rich (yes, complained) that just these brief reminders bring back memories of how bad labor is. I have not ever forgotten, but I think I try to sugar coat it and make myself believe that maybe I was just "whimp-ish" last time, and this time will be easier......

On another note, Rich came out of our room the other night, and sat down with a huge sigh on the couch next to me. His following words made me not only choke on my tea, but sent me into a fit of giggles that lasted WAYYYY to long!
Rich (matter of factly): "If I wasn't sure that I was human, I would be a little worried that I was an elf".
Me (totally confused, but honestly not paying attention cause the TV was on, and my tea was REALLY tasty) :" What???!"
Rich: "Well, today all I ate was a few pancakes - which consisted of bananas, cocoa powder, coconut and various spices from the cupboard - then I got to work, ate a few doughnuts, had some cake, and cookies, and came home had marshmallows and ate about 8 brownies."
Me (laughing, cause now I know he is actually talking about Will Ferrel in the movie 'Elf'): "Do you feel like you are going to puke after all that crap?"
Rich: "Nope. Not really. That is why I think I could be an elf."

Ok, so this might not be as funny to anyone else, but to me it was HILARIOUS! The guy has a sugar tooth unmatched by any. I have seen him power through a 2lb box of Sees Candy like it was an Olympic Event. He has no self control when it comes to cookies, and I can pretty much send him over the edge with any sort of dessert. We are so completely opposite! He cringes at my use of salt, and I start to gag watching him eat so many cookies. Someday when his teeth all fall out, and he goes into a sugar induced coma it might not be so funny, but right now I just have to laugh!