Big Bear was great, and just what all three of us needed, I think. We stayed at a lovely little B&B and did a bit of hiking at Snow Summit Ski Resort, went over to Lake Arrowhead for lunch and looked at all the crazy huge homes and people with way more money than sense, and ate. A lot. Thai food (CURRY!!! with pineapple) and pizza (mmmmm, pineapple) and vegetarian sushi (Ohhh, avocado rolls {and pineapple?  no pineapple}) and the utterly nummy breakfasts at the B&B. Just what we needed. There was a lot of windy mountain roads, even worse than the ones up to Julian, and as we went around some of the sharper turns, I could feel Will sliding side to side in my belly. It was the weirdest thing! After awhile he seemed to get the idea and planted himself in one spot. That was much more comfortable for me, let me tell you!

    It went to the doctor today for my four month checkup. Everything's going really well, Will (still assuming it's a boy) has a strong heartbeat. We didn't do an ultrasound, but I did make an appointment for one next time I go in. I'll be 22 weeks then, so there shouldn't be any issues. Right, Will? At my last two monthly checkups, I lost three pounds each because I had been so sick. This time I had gained weight. I have gained back the six pounds I lost so I now weigh exactly what I did the first visit. So I haven't actually "gained" any weight yet this pregnancy. Well, the nurses aid (or whatever she is) that always weighs me and takes my blood pressure is reliable for always getting something wrong. I have no idea what she wrote on my chart, but I saw what the scale said. So I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "you've gained too much weight. You've put on thirteen pounds." Umm. Huh? She didn't quite get what I was saying when I tried to explain that I haven't gained anything beyond what I'd lost. I mean, come on. The woman IS a doctor, and this isn't exactly meteorology. (I have been told by a very trusted source that rocket science really isn't all that hard.) Maybe she'll be sick the day the baby comes....But then I'd have no idea what kind of person I'd be dealing with for such an important occasion. Sigh. I do actually like her a lot, and she always seems to know what's up with the little one. I told her I'm still sick unless I take my medication, and she said to increase my folic acid. That's supposed to help enough so I don't have to take the meds, which would be really nice (they cost an arm and a little toe!) and she really doesn't want me on them anymore if it can be helped. I can appreciate that.

    While we were in Big Bear, we left both dogs with our next door neighbor Robert. He's the one with all the sled dogs. Because he has so many dogs (nine), most of them spend the vast majority, if not all, of their time outside in the yards. Tippy and Ramsey had their own little yard, and Ramsey was as happy as a fat kid in a candy store. Tippy, however, spent the ENTIRE time hiding in a dirt hole under the dog house. Robert said he had to put her food dish up there and throw her biscuit to her there to make sure she got food before Ramzilla ate it. Poor little thing. I think we're going to do just about anything we can to make her more comfortable the next time we have to leave them anywhere. She can go and stay with Gma and Gpa Kaufman. She seems pretty happy with them. And Ramsey can go to doggy wonderland at Roberts, since he's so happy there.