She walked!

Emma took her first steps yesterday! Twice she walked without holding on to our hands and took a tentative step or two. How exciting!

The rabbit still lives

I was having imagined pregnancy symptoms... they certainly weren't real.

Father's Day

Well, Lars is college educated, so according to this study, Education Linked to Better Fathers, he should be a good father. But he's an AMAZING father, as is evidenced by Emma's absolute adoration of him.

With Father's Day coming up, I wanted to give props to the best father (and husband) I know.

Svendborg Nazis

I can't find any English news about the Neo-Nazi demonstration in Svendborg that we encountered on Saturday evening. We were on our way to the movies, and the demonstration was starting right next to the theater as we arrived.

Between the gorgeous weather and the Nazis, we had the entire theater to ourselves to watch The DaVinci Code. Or was it because it was a thoroughly mediocre movie? The only good thing about it was Paul Bettany's performance. I'd like to see the movie he thought he was in...

Boxes Everywhere

So, we're officially Billundites. The move went as smoothly as can be expected and we've survived our first week of the new daycare. Lars even rode his bike to work a couple of times this week! I have yet to dig mine out of the shed...

The house is quite nice and we are so looking foward to finally getting unpacked. At the moment, our two extra rooms are just storage containers for the many boxes of stuff we don't quite know what to do with.

Our neighbors came over and gave us flowers the other evening. It's funny, I expected less people to speak English in a smaller town, but it seems like more do. Our new daycare mother speaks it fluently as well as our new neighbors.

We get phone and internet next week, so more blogging then!

The waiting

...is the hardest part. I'll know by next week if I'm pregnant again and despite all the mental energy I spend on trying to decipher potential pregnancy symptoms, nothing will make me know any sooner. At the moment I don't know if I can stand another six months (or longer) of this, just to live in terror for the first 3 months of another miscarriage. But as discouraged as I feel right now, I still feel like it's my destiny to have another child.

I guess I can hold on for another 3 days...