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We've got a wiggler. I feel it now. I'm sure of it. I have felt something for about 2 weeks, but I thought I could pass it off as my imagination. This I cannot. That baby is wiggling. Only one more week until we get to see my insides again and see what that baby is doing in there.
"Is it a boy or a lady, I don't know which?"
Besides the raging heartburn, this is a very exciting time. Nearing 20 weeks, the half way point to delivery and learning more about our baby everyday. I've definitely had a growth spurt in the last few weeks and I'm officially feeling pregnant. I kept telling myself that I don't look pregnant because I'm already so big. This morning while I was looking in the mirror I realized I can't lie to myself any longer. I do look like a woman, and I do look pregnant. Accept it and enjoy it!
Last night, I lay down and put my husbands hand on my stomach. I told Paul the baby was moving around a lot. First he said he could feel my heart beat in my stomach. Yup, that's the amazing new organ I just built, my placenta. It brings blood, oxygen and nutrients to our baby. Pretty sweet. Then he said "whoa, was that it!?", right after I felt a bit of movement. "YES!"
Paul said it felt like knocking. Maybe our baby already has a hilarious sense of humor like their very own parents and was performing their first knock-knock joke.
Baby: Knock knock
Us: Who's there?
Baby: Fetus
Us: Fetus who?
Baby: Fetus says were you raised in a barn? Close your legs, there's a draft in here and I'm cold!
Oh baby, you ARE hilarious.
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