Kurt and I were sitting around the other night reminiscing about the "old Kelly" and we decided we both miss her. Kurt misses the Kelly that cooked dinner and helped with chores around the house. I miss the Kelly that ate meat and didn't run from the table to throw up. Kurt misses the Kelly that was romantic and loving instead of the "touch-me-not" grouch. I miss the Kelly that could sleep comfortably through the night without having to pee 10 times or turn over because her hips hurt too much. I miss the Kelly who could work through the whole day without practically falling asleep at the wheel. I miss the Kelly who didn't have to wear granny undies and elastic only pants. Truth be told, I think I miss the old Kelly more than Kurt does. About the only person around here who doesn't miss her is Lady. The pregnant Kelly sleeps a lot more than the old Kelly and Lady enjoys the extra snuggle time. It's getting harder and harder by the day to carry these 3 around, but I know it's all for good reason. And I wouldn't trade it for the world! Off to the doctor again tomorrow morning for my 19 week appointment. Stay tuned.