Santa has made an early appearance in Kansas. When I watch my stomach, I feel like Santa Claus with his "bowlful of jelly" belly. And it sort of feels like jelly if I think about it - jiggling around like crazy when the little one decides to practice its acrobatics. My tummy moves this way & that...even my clothes move. It ripples. Sometimes it's so powerful I feel like the baby is going to jump right out of my skin. I actually dreamed it did - well, its hand, anyway. I dreamed it was moving so much and suddenly, a hand popped out of my stomach holding a tube of red lipstick. Does this mean its a girl? Or does it mean baby just knows that I really enjoy cosmetics? I can't wait to meet this little person who has been using my uterus as a punching bag! Hard to believe after all this kicking and such that a tiny, helpless person will emerge, completely dependent on me. I found out yesterday that hubby's birthweight was a whopping 8 lbs. 15 oz. Holy lord...let's hope baby is a little more like its mother...7-8...or is it 7-6? Not exactly a Petite Patty, but nine pounds coming out of me is more than I'd like to handle right now.
So speaking of the girl thing, I have felt, from the beginning, that baby is a girl. I don't know why. Of course, my intuition is probably all wrong and I honestly have no preference to having a boy or a girl. It's just something I feel. I have talked to a lot of mothers who say they knew from the beginning what they were having and they were always right. I wonder if I am? Guess I'll find out in about 9 weeks. Which, let me get to that. I am ready. Can I just tell you, I am 100% ready? I'm ready to meet baby, ready to get my figure back (with Dolly Parton proportions), ready to be a mom, ready to have a glass of wine! I'm ready people! I'm not scared or worried, I'm just anxious for it to get here.
I know this is a short post, but it has taken me days to complete this one. I will write more after the next doctor's appointment - next Monday!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Chug-A-Lug
So, today was another checkup and I got the honor of drinking a delightfully sugary orange drink in order to test my blood glucose levels. As I opened the bottle (please drink 30 minutes prior to appointments, ladies!), I wrinkled my nose at the thought of drinking cold, carroty-looking syrup. Will it taste like cough medicine? Will it be orange soda without the fizz? No! Much to my enjoyment, it was just like the delicious orange drink we would guzzle on the last day of elementary school with our bags of popcorn and our movies like "That Darn Cat" and the one about the field goal kicking donkey. I chugged it and promptly gave myself a bellyache. Back then, too - this time with no telltale orange mustache.
I am right on track these days...and a weight gain I can deal with - 3 lbs. And remember the snarky nurse? The snot who informed me that she had not gained a single pound? Well, well, well. She has gained considerably in the last 4 weeks. I have to say, my charred, black heart was pleased. I know, it's hateful and wrong, but she made me feel dirty and slovenly the last time! She herself admitted she was having difficulties with her expanding waistline. I did feel her sorrow, but was secretly glad the bad karma had caught up with her. Of course, this probably means that Baby will be a Cyclops or that I will develop the worst stretch marks known to man.
Keep in mind (I'm talking to you, God of Pregnancy), I am not being a wench, I'm just reporting the news as I see fit.
As I have previously reported, Baby is quite a gymnast. I have also decided I might have a contestant for World's Strongest Man/Woman on my hands. A little fist (or foot or head, I suppose) has managed to find a cozy little spot just under my ribs and push as hard as it can. Meanwhile, the rest of its body is kicking in my lower belly. Perhaps it has its arms & legs spread-eagled in order to touch all corners of it's little house at once. I think I can do the same thing in my house, too. Baby is moving constantly. My belly is an indoor jungle gym. When I sit and watch it, it looks like little invisible people are bouncing on top of it...up, down, up, down. Sometimes I even catch it through my clothes! I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the entire thing.
And another happy note...my first baby shower was Saturday. The lovely ladies from work held a little something for me and I was, shall I say, "showered" with delightful gifts and love. Not to mention an amaretto cheesecake that was to die for. I came home & hubby & I spread everything out on the floor to take another look. Tonight: the crib. Let's see if our marriage can withstand the construction. I'll keep you posted.
I am right on track these days...and a weight gain I can deal with - 3 lbs. And remember the snarky nurse? The snot who informed me that she had not gained a single pound? Well, well, well. She has gained considerably in the last 4 weeks. I have to say, my charred, black heart was pleased. I know, it's hateful and wrong, but she made me feel dirty and slovenly the last time! She herself admitted she was having difficulties with her expanding waistline. I did feel her sorrow, but was secretly glad the bad karma had caught up with her. Of course, this probably means that Baby will be a Cyclops or that I will develop the worst stretch marks known to man.
Keep in mind (I'm talking to you, God of Pregnancy), I am not being a wench, I'm just reporting the news as I see fit.
As I have previously reported, Baby is quite a gymnast. I have also decided I might have a contestant for World's Strongest Man/Woman on my hands. A little fist (or foot or head, I suppose) has managed to find a cozy little spot just under my ribs and push as hard as it can. Meanwhile, the rest of its body is kicking in my lower belly. Perhaps it has its arms & legs spread-eagled in order to touch all corners of it's little house at once. I think I can do the same thing in my house, too. Baby is moving constantly. My belly is an indoor jungle gym. When I sit and watch it, it looks like little invisible people are bouncing on top of it...up, down, up, down. Sometimes I even catch it through my clothes! I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the entire thing.
And another happy note...my first baby shower was Saturday. The lovely ladies from work held a little something for me and I was, shall I say, "showered" with delightful gifts and love. Not to mention an amaretto cheesecake that was to die for. I came home & hubby & I spread everything out on the floor to take another look. Tonight: the crib. Let's see if our marriage can withstand the construction. I'll keep you posted.
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