Abby, Mo and I went golfing tonight. Now that Abby is 18 weeks pregnant, I thought that I finally had a chance of beating her. Unfortunately, I was wrong... We played neck and neck until the last few holes until she and Mo pulled away and beat me easily. Pathetic, isn't it? Oh well, maybe I'll finally be able to beat her when she's 8 months pregnant. This was Mo's second time golfing... based on how well he's doing as a fetus, we think that he has real potential to be the next Tiger!
While we're talking about Mo, Abby is finally able to feel him now. Every now and again she'll feel a fluttering when she is just sitting there. She's very excited to finally be able to feel a little baby mo
ving inside her. (We'll see if she still feels that way in another 20 weeks when she's awakened by a swift kick inside of her.)
ving inside her. (We'll see if she still feels that way in another 20 weeks when she's awakened by a swift kick inside of her.)(Since we didn't have a camera with us to take any pictures tonight, I've attached a couple shots from the archives of Abby showing off her golfing prowess.)