Home again, home again, jiggety jig

Well, I'm home safe and sound from the Portland shower (pictures to come at a later date...assuming that people who took pictures email them to me). The whole weekend was a blast, full of visiting family, to walking all over downtown Portland, to practicing my awesome packing skills (sometimes, having grown up in a military family comes in handy), to talking about baby, baby, baby. My sister, I think, had a good time, too - especially when it came to the baby-centered stuff - and the shower was awesome (thanks again, Mali!).

One thing I noticed over the weekend was that LBH didn't move a whole lot - which was odd because she usually moves all the freaking time. Her favorite time to move is in the evenings, but even then she was relatively still. A few times it felt like she was adjusting to get comfy, but that was really short lived and then all movement ceased. When we came back home, though, she started right back up again - after she heard her dad's voice. Once we were around Kelly and she heard him talking, she was right back to her usual antics. In fact, while we watched a movie Sunday evening, she jumped and bounced and kicked every time he laughed. After the movie, he put his face down to my belly and spoke directly to her...and she moved her whole body to the outside of my belly, almost like she was pressing herself into him to get closer to his sound. She missed her daddy while we were away!