Happy 11 weeks to me.........

And what a happy wake up I had this AM. LOL. As always, as I've stated before, I was huffing and puffing around the house, showering, fretting over my clothes (its an ordeal every AM around here), and chatting with CJ as he is getting ready. The furkids are always tucked in bed, watching us, Sager under the covers, barely peeking out; Treble curled up, head on pillow, his soulful brown eyes staring us down. I was talking to CJ about something, when all of a sudden "GAG" -- an outloud gag hit me from nowhere. Oye. So I had the pukies again. It was not pleasant. What WAS cute, weirdly enough, is that Treble and Sage jumped up as I rushed to my bathroom, and Sassy sat by me as I heaved. Treble just laid his head on his paws in the hallway right outside the door, looking sad, as if to say "poor Mom". I think Treble knows something is going on. I'm not sure if its because I've been back to work now full time, or what, but he has been super cuddly with me, and every night he tries to make sure he is lying on ME, and not his usually-preferred daddy. And he lets out his happy groan of contentment more loudly than ever with me, it seems. Or am I being selfish? *smile*

Babycenter.com tells me this week: Your fig-sized baby is now fully formed — measuring 1 1/2 inches long and weighing in at a quarter of an ounce. His skin is still transparent, allowing many of his blood vessels to show through. Some of his bones are beginning to harden, and tiny toothbuds are starting to appear under his gums. His fingers and toes have separated, and he may soon be able to open and close his fists. He's already busy kicking and stretching, and his tiny movements are so fluid they look like water ballet. These movements will increase as his body grows and becomes more developed and functional. As his diaphragm develops, your tiny tenant may also start to get the hiccups. Because he's still so small, though, you won't feel any of his workouts or intrauterine gulps until sometime between weeks 16 and 20.

Babycenter.com also tells me I "may be experiencing strange symptoms, such as excessive saliva". YES. Yes, I am , come to think of it. Lovely. *sigh*

We visited Corey and the kids, Abby and Mason, last night, to get my fix of them, and to let our furkids run their sillies out. Sager played fetch (for the first time EVER) really well, and she ran and ran for over 30 minutes straight. What was cute, was while they were eating, Abby was asking me how big the baby was. We eventually found a small lime in their fridge that we showed to her. She seemed pretty impressed, and then asked me if SHE could be Keifer's ONLY cousin, not Mason. *smile* . Already wanting a first crack at her baby cousin -to-be. She also asked to see "how fat" I am getting with the baby. She made a gesture, insinuating that I'll be popping out, saying "pretty soon, your belly will be out to HERE". Then, as we packed up and were pulling out of the driveway, among her and Mason's spirited "goodbyes!", we heard Abby say "take care of your babies, Auntie!" *swoon*. Yes, Abby can make my heart melt with her comments like that.

I'm off to bed. I came home from work today, picked up some chinese (because I HAD to have white rice), and then I crashed hard until 7, when CJ woke me up to watch the Rockstar: Supernova finale. As I had predicted long ago, Lukas won, which is cool - his voice is amazing. CJ and I are even MORE excited, though, because last week we got our tix to their show in February! Rock on!