Santa Baby

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!