Well, it's week 13 in the life of Baby Smith and apparently he/she is the size of a peach. I went to the dr today and heard the heart beat- everything sounded great! So, looks like things are going well. It's helped my psycho-ness and helped me feel a lot more reassured. I still have moments where I say, "I guess I'm really pregnant". Weird, I know... but I'm hormonal and can't help it....right???
Avery has named the baby Taco Bell or Tortilla depending on when you ask her. She and Jeff were having a conversation at Taco Bell- and she's a Smith, so she loves Taco Bell- which is where the fascination with mexican food names has come from. She's convinced it's a little sister. We'll see! For those of you inexperienced in babyness, we will find out in mid-April.
Now it's time for another Avery quote! We were discussing dinner options tonight- we need to go to the store so we had nothing to make... eating out for the Smiths. Jeff says, "I could eat some Arby's, that sounds good." Avery says in the absolutely most appalled voice you could every imagine coming out of a 3-year-old, "Daddy, you're going to eat Barbies????" tee hee.