A fathers hand...

A few things have progressed since the last post. I have been pretty bad about keeping up with my blog, I need to get on it so I can remember stuff!

First of all, we have a name! BAKER DEE KING! I picked out Baker of course because I think it's so sweet and of course my dad was so proud! He said his daddy would have been proud too if he were still with us. So I left Nate to the middle name. He came up with Dee which is his dad's name! So we have the best of our dad's in our son's name and I think it's perfect! My little Baker!

Secondly, Baker is moving moving moving! I think I probably felt very light movements in week 17, but for sure the day I turned 18 weeks and on Nate's birthday, I felt him thump me! It was undeniable! Since then I have felt flutters like a butterfly and sort of like popcorn popping. Well last night I was at dad's and Nellie's house for the night and I wasn't feeling much out of him all day yesterday. It was getting later and I texted Nate and we were just "talking" and I told Nate Baker wasn't moving all day. Nate wrote back and said, "he needs to feel the touch of a fathers hand." Of course I started crying small tears. So sweet to me! Well before I went to bed I asked Baker to move around for a minute to make me feel better and he did. I just started laughing! It makes me laugh! So all day today he has been moving all about making sure I know he's fine. I have to say it has been much stronger today and I have started to giggle every time he moves! It's wonderful! I will be glad when the kicks get stronger and Nate and can feel them from the outside!

Lastly, I had been to a funeral today in Muleshoe for Nellie's (my step-moms) grandmother, Argilee. I wasn't close to her, but she was such a wonderful lady from what I had known of her. She was about to make her mark of being 90 years old. She got to experience being a great-grandmother to us as well as a great-great grandmother! What a blessing! I know these past few years have been hard because she has suffered from dementia and wasn't really sure of who people were or what was going on. I know she has 4 daughters and a son and didn't even know who they were. She would tell Nellie's mom she had no daughters. I have been thinking about this all my way home from Muleshoe today. Time really is a thief. The preacher was talking about how his own mother and Argilee were great friends for years and then they were in the nursing home together and had no idea who each other was. I teared up and just felt awful. He reminded of us to make sure that with the time we have right now, to make sure our friends and loved ones know how much we love them. Time does fly by and you think you have all the time in the world to make things right and to let others know how you feel about them, but truth is, sometimes it doesn't happen this way. When I left, my dad bought me a Dr. Pepper and waved me off at the store and I just started bawling. I always cry, but this time was even more so because I couldn't stand the thought of my dad or mom not knowing who I was and forgetting all of the past. Time is a thief. Don't let it steal the time you have left to make things right with someone or to just tell them that you love them.

Things are going well on the King front! I am sure there will be much more to tell later!