I know it's still early. Most people don't feel the baby until around 20 weeks. And I know last week the nurse said I have an anterior placenta, meaning it's between the baby and the outside of my stomach, effectively cushioning and dampering any movement that might be going on in there. I had determined not to get my hopes up about feeling baby Alina for at least 3 more weeks.
But then Saturday night, I felt what can best be described as a muscle spasm. A really rapid muscle spasm, right in the middle of my ute. It only happened once.
And then Sunday morning it happened again, before I got out of bed. The same really rapid muscle spasm, the same area. I went for a long walk, and all morning, and most of the early afternoon, the same thing. It happened about once every five to ten minutes. I put my hand on my stomach, reasoning that if it were a muscle twitch (which I don't discount, seeing as how my uterus is growing and moving my ab muscles all around), I should be able to feel it from the outside. No dice. It was an inside-only feeling.
But there's no way that's her, right? I mean, I had imagined feeling the baby would be feeling one jab or kick at a time. This was like feeling a Jacky Chan punch--you're expecting just one, but you give five in just as short a time, rapid fire. I told TH, and he said "yes! Fluttering!" He's so easy to convince. But again, it couldn't be, right? Most people feel the baby the first time and then don't feel it again for a couple of days. I felt this feeling for like 6 hours straight. And what about my anterior placenta? What about not being able to feel anything until 20-22 weeks??
For now, I'm writing it off as twitches, spasms. But I'm also documenting it: first felt at 15w5 days, then felt a lot at 15w6d. Maybe, baby.
Maybe you're just like your momma. Someone tells you that you can't do something, and you do it just to prove them wrong.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Goodbye Cosmo, Hello Alina May!
It's a GIRL!!!!
We had our monthly check-in yesterday, and our doctor told us there's a "200% chance" that we're having a girl! She was not modest at all...more than happy to flash her goods for the doctor to see. We are thrilled thrilled thrilled. Most people were so certain we were having a boy, this has been an exciting turn of events. TH's eyes are already all googly-eyed thinking about his little girl. I already know I'm going to have to be the strict parent...TH has a hard enough time telling me "no" about anything, there's no way he's going to be able to stand up to his darling little daughter. He was a bit deer-in-the-headlights when he realized "it's a girl!!" meant having to deal with tampons and make-up farther down the road, but he relaxed when I reminded him that that is MY job.
Truth be told, I'm a little more relaxed now that we know it's a girl. Girls I get. She's a little me! I know what girls are like. I know how to raise girls, how to deal with girls. A boy would have been a whole other universe.
With the revelation that Cosmo is a "she," Cosmo is not Cosmo anymore. TH and I agreed that Cosmo was a neutral name, and it just doesn't fit anymore. So we said goodbye to Cosmo, to our little mystery baby, and said hello to Alina May! It's been so fun having a gender-specific pronoun to use now, fun to say things like, "She was so squirmy at the ultrasound!" We can even stop calling the nursery "the nursery" and start calling it "Ali's room."
Knowing that's she's a "she" in there brings another layer of reality to this experience. Each step in the process has made this more real, more concrete, more meaningful. At first "baby" was just a dream. Then a reality, two lines on a test. Then we saw a fluttering heartbeat on a little bean. Then we saw a squirmy little baby, that actually looked like a baby! And now that baby is a baby girl. A daughter. Alina.
TH actually came up with this name. It's a mixture of his name and the Russian version of my name, and Ali, which is what we'll call her, is a mixture of his name and my name. And May is honoring my maternal grandmother, the most amazing woman I've ever known. She is feisty and energetic and funny and driven and loving...she is everything I want my daughter to be. We love the name for all these reasons, and because we feel we've found a name with a little Russian flair to honor Ali's dad's background and a little Southern charm to honor her mom's background as well.
Alina May. Our daughter.
I am filled with bliss.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Cosmo, your dad is funny.
I was trying on a regular white cami at Super Target last night, lamenting the size on the tag and just overall not really sure how to approach my new physique when it came to what size clothes to wear: do I buy something that fits now? Do I buy something that is too big now and hope it still works as well when I grow into it?
TH, helpful as always, saw the need to give me a way to "test" the shirt with a bigger, fully-pregnant belly.
So he quickly knealt in front of me, pulled my shirt forward, and stuck his head up it.
:::pause for you to get a visual:::
I giggled when he did it, laughed out loud when I looked down and saw my "belly" sticking out like a personal-sized watermelon, and positively guffawed when I looked at our image in the 3-way mirror. Here I was with a white cami stretched over my knealing husband's head.
I think the dressing room on the other side of the store heard my peals of laughter.
Later, TH said I only laughed so hard because his head is misshapen.
I love that man. He always comes to my rescue in the most delightful, surprising ways.
PS - we ended up buying a white maternity cami that we saw on the way out. Guess we should have started in that department first.
TH, helpful as always, saw the need to give me a way to "test" the shirt with a bigger, fully-pregnant belly.
So he quickly knealt in front of me, pulled my shirt forward, and stuck his head up it.
:::pause for you to get a visual:::
I giggled when he did it, laughed out loud when I looked down and saw my "belly" sticking out like a personal-sized watermelon, and positively guffawed when I looked at our image in the 3-way mirror. Here I was with a white cami stretched over my knealing husband's head.
I think the dressing room on the other side of the store heard my peals of laughter.
Later, TH said I only laughed so hard because his head is misshapen.
I love that man. He always comes to my rescue in the most delightful, surprising ways.
PS - we ended up buying a white maternity cami that we saw on the way out. Guess we should have started in that department first.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Belly Buttons and Birth Plans
When I was still TTC, my life was divided into 2 week increments--waiting 2 weeks (or more) to O, then waiting another 2 weeks (or less) to test. I thought those 2 week waits were excruciating.... Now My life is divided into 4 week increments--waiting 4 weeks between doctor appointments, 4 weeks between getting to see Cosmo, getting to hear his/her heartbeat, getting to relish the moment in time when I KNOW, for certainty, that everything is ok, that Cosmo is healthy and wiggling and thriving. I never knew how slowly 4 weeks could pass!
To help get me through the 4 week waits, I try to focus on all the fun, crazy pregnancy stuff that is happening right now. I don't want to miss the stuff that happens in the 4 weeks because I am so fixated on the next doctor's appointment.
The fun stuff that has happened during this 4 week wait is that my belly is growing! It's true. Yes, I'm only 14w3d pregnant, but you can clearly tell I'm pregnant (depending on the clothes I'm wearing). If I look down my body, my stomach is already beating my boobs (not that my boobs ever put up much of a challenge, even in their lovely, bigger, pg state). And, the most surefire way I know I'm getting bigger and bigger: I can see the back of my belly button! What before was a dark little cave is now a shallower little ditch. (side note: actually touching the back of your belly button for the first time is a strange, strange feeling.) I am fascinated by this change and wonder if I'll be one of the women whose belly buttons "pop" out like a toaster timer (*ding! Baby's done!) or if it will just stretch into oblivion. In the meantime, I'm enjoying seeing the back of it for the first time ever.
The crazy stuff that's happening is that we are starting to get into the "down and dirty" part of planning for Cosmo--where we are going to take him/her to daycare when I return to work, what gear we are going to register for, etc. It's no longer just idly daydreaming about our little bundle of joy--now we are actually taking steps to get ready! One step that I may or may not have been ready to take just yet is to look at this website that helps you create your "birth plan." This is a written documentation of how you'd like your labor and delivery to go--what medicines you want and don't want, who you want in the room, what gear you'd like around to help you, etc. The idea is to make it ahead of time so that when you are in the thick of labor and not able to think rationally, your desires can still be followed. My curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to see if I could put together a competent birth plan with just the knowledge I've gained so far.
Bad idea. The list contained so many things I'd never heard of, I felt lost and overwhelmed with everything I didn't know! But what was worse was the things that were on there that I never, in a million years, would have ever guessed were things to consider when giving birth. My two favorite examples: sucking your own thumb can bring on labor, and a "lunge" as a possible birthing position.
For the former, I don't think even being a week late could make me want to suck my own thumb. Just the thought of feeling my thumbnail touch the roof of my mouth creeps me out. I don't care how clean I can get that thing...ewwww.
For the latter, I am very familiar with lunges. Very familiar. And let me tell you, I would not want to be doing a lunge while pushing an 8-lb package out of my hoo-ha. No thank you. There's a time and place for doing lunges. A delivery room is not one of them.
Now, I do know that it's all fine and dandy to say these things when I'm sitting here at a comfortable 14.5 weeks, that I might be singing a different tune when the time actually comes, a tune with lyrics something along the lines of "GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!!!" But I'm hoping it's in a time like that that my birth plan will come to my rescue, and TH can gently remind me that neither thumb-sucking nor lunging are things I wanted to resort to back when I was thinking clearly.
So these are the things that have been keeping me distracted until next Wednesday, when once again I can get that ultimate reassurance that Cosmo is happy and healthy and well on his/her way to meeting us. I can't wait!
To help get me through the 4 week waits, I try to focus on all the fun, crazy pregnancy stuff that is happening right now. I don't want to miss the stuff that happens in the 4 weeks because I am so fixated on the next doctor's appointment.
The fun stuff that has happened during this 4 week wait is that my belly is growing! It's true. Yes, I'm only 14w3d pregnant, but you can clearly tell I'm pregnant (depending on the clothes I'm wearing). If I look down my body, my stomach is already beating my boobs (not that my boobs ever put up much of a challenge, even in their lovely, bigger, pg state). And, the most surefire way I know I'm getting bigger and bigger: I can see the back of my belly button! What before was a dark little cave is now a shallower little ditch. (side note: actually touching the back of your belly button for the first time is a strange, strange feeling.) I am fascinated by this change and wonder if I'll be one of the women whose belly buttons "pop" out like a toaster timer (*ding! Baby's done!) or if it will just stretch into oblivion. In the meantime, I'm enjoying seeing the back of it for the first time ever.
The crazy stuff that's happening is that we are starting to get into the "down and dirty" part of planning for Cosmo--where we are going to take him/her to daycare when I return to work, what gear we are going to register for, etc. It's no longer just idly daydreaming about our little bundle of joy--now we are actually taking steps to get ready! One step that I may or may not have been ready to take just yet is to look at this website that helps you create your "birth plan." This is a written documentation of how you'd like your labor and delivery to go--what medicines you want and don't want, who you want in the room, what gear you'd like around to help you, etc. The idea is to make it ahead of time so that when you are in the thick of labor and not able to think rationally, your desires can still be followed. My curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to see if I could put together a competent birth plan with just the knowledge I've gained so far.
Bad idea. The list contained so many things I'd never heard of, I felt lost and overwhelmed with everything I didn't know! But what was worse was the things that were on there that I never, in a million years, would have ever guessed were things to consider when giving birth. My two favorite examples: sucking your own thumb can bring on labor, and a "lunge" as a possible birthing position.
For the former, I don't think even being a week late could make me want to suck my own thumb. Just the thought of feeling my thumbnail touch the roof of my mouth creeps me out. I don't care how clean I can get that thing...ewwww.
For the latter, I am very familiar with lunges. Very familiar. And let me tell you, I would not want to be doing a lunge while pushing an 8-lb package out of my hoo-ha. No thank you. There's a time and place for doing lunges. A delivery room is not one of them.
Now, I do know that it's all fine and dandy to say these things when I'm sitting here at a comfortable 14.5 weeks, that I might be singing a different tune when the time actually comes, a tune with lyrics something along the lines of "GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!!!" But I'm hoping it's in a time like that that my birth plan will come to my rescue, and TH can gently remind me that neither thumb-sucking nor lunging are things I wanted to resort to back when I was thinking clearly.
So these are the things that have been keeping me distracted until next Wednesday, when once again I can get that ultimate reassurance that Cosmo is happy and healthy and well on his/her way to meeting us. I can't wait!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Some Great Advice
TH has a friend back in Ukraine. Misha and TH were best buds growing up and have somehow managed to sporadically keep in touch through the years and miles. So when we started unlocking our secret and telling the world our exciting news, Misha was one of the first emails TH sent.
Being a dad himself, Misha's response was priceless--a dad giving a dad-to-be some great advice.
Please note: this is copied exactly as Misha wrote it, and this is best read with a thick Russian accent.
I want to congratulate you with so good new. It's a real pride to be a father. And - yes - i have some advices))
Advice #1 - it's harder to be a mother, than a father. So you have to be twice more careful and tolerant to your wife. She's waiting for you to be a rail (or crutch - in the worst case:)
Advice #2 - don't be afraid)))) the child would piss on you, vomit on you, you'll have to clean his or her shit. Yeah - it's very specific part of being father )))
Advice #3 - The hardest time - is the night. Vladik did wake up for 4 times through one night. And many times i even didn't notice - because i sleep veeeeeeery good)) So it's an important moment - to help your lovely wife. Frequently baby wants to eat - so you take it from bed and bring to the tit (sorry, breast:).
Advice #4 - share duties. Take more of everyday duties - 'cause your wife will "dive deep in baby".
Well, i seea that i made advices "how to be a good husband" instead of "how to be a good father". [Your wife] will be so happy if you'll follow that recomendations!
You're right, Misha! I will be sooo happy if TH follows those recommendations!
In other news, TH and I visited our parents and grandparents over the weekend. We showed them Cosmo's ultrasound video (each set got a different viewing, so we got to see Cosmo five times this weekend...I LOVED it!). It was amazing to watch their reactions, especially my and TH's grandparents'. They had nothing even remotely similar to that when they were having kids, so the awe and delight on their faces was priceless.
I also got asked by every. single. grandparent whether we preferred Cosmo to be a boy or a girl. What kind of a question is that?? Not only do we not prefer either sex, we are thrilled with both possible outcomes. It's a win-win situation! I found it interesting that it was a question the older generation found perfectly acceptable.
And, for the record, two of the three grandma's we visited are on record with their predictions: a baby boy. I still have no guess myself--I don't have any "feelings" one way or another. I did have a dream that it was a girl...does that count?
Either way, we'll take our first shot at finding out in a week and a half! I already miss you sooo much, Cosmo, and I can't WAIT to see you again.
14 weeks.
Being a dad himself, Misha's response was priceless--a dad giving a dad-to-be some great advice.
Please note: this is copied exactly as Misha wrote it, and this is best read with a thick Russian accent.
I want to congratulate you with so good new. It's a real pride to be a father. And - yes - i have some advices))
Advice #1 - it's harder to be a mother, than a father. So you have to be twice more careful and tolerant to your wife. She's waiting for you to be a rail (or crutch - in the worst case:)
Advice #2 - don't be afraid)))) the child would piss on you, vomit on you, you'll have to clean his or her shit. Yeah - it's very specific part of being father )))
Advice #3 - The hardest time - is the night. Vladik did wake up for 4 times through one night. And many times i even didn't notice - because i sleep veeeeeeery good)) So it's an important moment - to help your lovely wife. Frequently baby wants to eat - so you take it from bed and bring to the tit (sorry, breast:).
Advice #4 - share duties. Take more of everyday duties - 'cause your wife will "dive deep in baby".
Well, i seea that i made advices "how to be a good husband" instead of "how to be a good father". [Your wife] will be so happy if you'll follow that recomendations!
You're right, Misha! I will be sooo happy if TH follows those recommendations!
In other news, TH and I visited our parents and grandparents over the weekend. We showed them Cosmo's ultrasound video (each set got a different viewing, so we got to see Cosmo five times this weekend...I LOVED it!). It was amazing to watch their reactions, especially my and TH's grandparents'. They had nothing even remotely similar to that when they were having kids, so the awe and delight on their faces was priceless.
I also got asked by every. single. grandparent whether we preferred Cosmo to be a boy or a girl. What kind of a question is that?? Not only do we not prefer either sex, we are thrilled with both possible outcomes. It's a win-win situation! I found it interesting that it was a question the older generation found perfectly acceptable.
And, for the record, two of the three grandma's we visited are on record with their predictions: a baby boy. I still have no guess myself--I don't have any "feelings" one way or another. I did have a dream that it was a girl...does that count?
Either way, we'll take our first shot at finding out in a week and a half! I already miss you sooo much, Cosmo, and I can't WAIT to see you again.
14 weeks.
Monday, March 9, 2009
"Knocked Up" was Funnier When I Wasn't
So after an activity- and guest-packed weekend, TH and I enjoyed a couple of hours of down time yesterday before pulling our asses back off the couch to run errands. How did we spend our down time? Watching Knocked Up.
Now, it's not the first time I've seen it. And you'd think in my present "condition" it would be even funnier, even more relatable.
Apparently, not so much.
My thought process watching this movie before being pregnant:
Hahahaha, that's so funny! What a crazy situation! Those two poor schmucks. Ooohhahaha, the funny pg hormones and random bitchiness! OMG, I'm dying! The pg sex when he's too freaked out to do it, and then the baby kicks and he's done! Bwahahahaha! Ooheehehahaheee, the craziness of labor and the screaming! HA. HA. HA.
My thought process watching this movie now that I am pregnant:
That's not funny. He needs to be more understanding of what she's going through. Why is her family giving her such a hard time? Oh no, are we going to start being too freaked out to have sex?!?! OMG, she didn't get the epidural in time! Noooooooooooooooo!!!!
And then...wait for it...I started crying. I can't really even explain why. It wasn't because I was freaked out. I'm guessing it has to do with all the crazy hormones and then watching her give birth and seeing the tiny little baby that you get to hold at the end, and the joy of everyone who was there to support them.
Poor TH. Instead of a funny break, he got a crying wife.
So, note to self: don't watch Knocked Up anymore. It won't go well.
Now, it's not the first time I've seen it. And you'd think in my present "condition" it would be even funnier, even more relatable.
Apparently, not so much.
My thought process watching this movie before being pregnant:
Hahahaha, that's so funny! What a crazy situation! Those two poor schmucks. Ooohhahaha, the funny pg hormones and random bitchiness! OMG, I'm dying! The pg sex when he's too freaked out to do it, and then the baby kicks and he's done! Bwahahahaha! Ooheehehahaheee, the craziness of labor and the screaming! HA. HA. HA.
My thought process watching this movie now that I am pregnant:
That's not funny. He needs to be more understanding of what she's going through. Why is her family giving her such a hard time? Oh no, are we going to start being too freaked out to have sex?!?! OMG, she didn't get the epidural in time! Noooooooooooooooo!!!!
And then...wait for it...I started crying. I can't really even explain why. It wasn't because I was freaked out. I'm guessing it has to do with all the crazy hormones and then watching her give birth and seeing the tiny little baby that you get to hold at the end, and the joy of everyone who was there to support them.
Poor TH. Instead of a funny break, he got a crying wife.
So, note to self: don't watch Knocked Up anymore. It won't go well.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Momma's 30!
Well Cosmo, today is a big day. I'm 30! I've heard so many horror stories of the angst and drama and feelings of life being over that accompany 30th birthdays, but in all honesty, I am loving it! I feel like a real "grown-up" now, like people will take me more seriously since my age no longer starts with a "2." Plus, I know what an incredible decade this is going to be--the decade of family building!
Your dad was gone for the last two days on a business trip to Florida (he was the keynote speaker at a conference, Cosmo! You may not know what that means yet...for now we'll just go with that means your dad is a rock star!). I think I've reached the "weepy" stage of this pregnancy because I just did not deal well with him being gone. Though I've dealt with his business trips for several years now (long ones, too...1-2 weeks! This one was only a measly 2 days...), this time I almost burst into tears in the frozen food section of the grocery store. I was just so overcome with missing him, with missing having him there with me every evening, taking care of us, kissing my tummy, telling me and telling you how much he loves us. And then yesterday, the last day of my 20s, when he called from the airport in Dallas during his layover, I actually did burst into tears. There I was, watching the last remnants of my 20s leave forever, alone, eating a microwaved chicken pot pie and watching trashy TV with Icarus and Loki. You'll learn this about me, but I LOVE making a big deal over "lasts"--the last day I was a teen, the last day I was a 20-something, the last time your dad and I travel alone before we have kids, etc. I think it's so important to really stop and appreciate the important milestones in your life...that way you never have to stop and look back and wonder where something--some time--went and realize that you never appreciated it while it was there. So anyway, there I was, alone in the last hours of my 20s, bawling to your dad who couldn't do anything but tell me how sorry he was that he wasn't there with me.
But then he did do something! He caught an earlier flight (that was actually delayed...which is why he was able to catch it) and made it home by 11:56 p.m. He woke me up, telling me that he wanted to make sure he was there with me for the end of my 20s. Then he climbed into bed with me, suit and all, and hugged me tightly for the next 5 minutes. He is the most amazing person I've ever know. If you're a man, I hope you can be the kind of man your father is. If you're a woman, I hope you find yourself someone like your father as your partner through life. He makes my life...blessed.
Anyway, back to the weepy stage. I'm hoping it's just a stage and that soon I can go back to the "don't break down in the middle of a grocery store" self that I'm used to being! Even just typing this post made me teary. Oi vey.
We are celebrating tonight with our softball team...going bowling. Kind of weird, I know. And then your dad has something up his sleeve for this weekend! I know we're having a party, but I don't know what it is...this is a big accomplishment for him! He's usually terrible at keeping secrets.
So, from 30-year-old, happy me to you...love ya kiddo.
Mom
Your dad was gone for the last two days on a business trip to Florida (he was the keynote speaker at a conference, Cosmo! You may not know what that means yet...for now we'll just go with that means your dad is a rock star!). I think I've reached the "weepy" stage of this pregnancy because I just did not deal well with him being gone. Though I've dealt with his business trips for several years now (long ones, too...1-2 weeks! This one was only a measly 2 days...), this time I almost burst into tears in the frozen food section of the grocery store. I was just so overcome with missing him, with missing having him there with me every evening, taking care of us, kissing my tummy, telling me and telling you how much he loves us. And then yesterday, the last day of my 20s, when he called from the airport in Dallas during his layover, I actually did burst into tears. There I was, watching the last remnants of my 20s leave forever, alone, eating a microwaved chicken pot pie and watching trashy TV with Icarus and Loki. You'll learn this about me, but I LOVE making a big deal over "lasts"--the last day I was a teen, the last day I was a 20-something, the last time your dad and I travel alone before we have kids, etc. I think it's so important to really stop and appreciate the important milestones in your life...that way you never have to stop and look back and wonder where something--some time--went and realize that you never appreciated it while it was there. So anyway, there I was, alone in the last hours of my 20s, bawling to your dad who couldn't do anything but tell me how sorry he was that he wasn't there with me.
But then he did do something! He caught an earlier flight (that was actually delayed...which is why he was able to catch it) and made it home by 11:56 p.m. He woke me up, telling me that he wanted to make sure he was there with me for the end of my 20s. Then he climbed into bed with me, suit and all, and hugged me tightly for the next 5 minutes. He is the most amazing person I've ever know. If you're a man, I hope you can be the kind of man your father is. If you're a woman, I hope you find yourself someone like your father as your partner through life. He makes my life...blessed.
Anyway, back to the weepy stage. I'm hoping it's just a stage and that soon I can go back to the "don't break down in the middle of a grocery store" self that I'm used to being! Even just typing this post made me teary. Oi vey.
We are celebrating tonight with our softball team...going bowling. Kind of weird, I know. And then your dad has something up his sleeve for this weekend! I know we're having a party, but I don't know what it is...this is a big accomplishment for him! He's usually terrible at keeping secrets.
So, from 30-year-old, happy me to you...love ya kiddo.
Mom
Monday, March 2, 2009
Week 12, Cosmo!
Hey there kiddo! It's week 12! Can you believe it? I get weekly email updates telling me all about what's going on with you in there, and here's part of what this week's said:
The most dramatic development this week: Reflexes. Your baby's fingers will soon begin to open and close, his toes will curl, his eye muscles will clench, and his mouth will make sucking movements.
Wow! You are one amazing baby. I wish I had a window into your little world so that I could see all this going on. Out here, you're starting to make my stomach pooch out. I can wear baggy clothes and still just look like I have a beer belly, but if I wear anything fitted, you can definitely tell there's more going on than an addiction to cervezas!
In other news, your dad left this morning for his first business trip away since we found out about you. Thankfully he's only gone one night--it has definitely been harder having him gone than it used to be! I went to the grocery store after work today and almost started crying in the frozen food aisle because I suddenly missed him so intensely. He has one (or maybe two) longer trips before this fall, but after that you'll be around to keep me company in his absence.
Anyway, congrats on week 12. Have fun with your reflexes!
Love,
Momma
PS - Happy Texas Independence Day! You don't know it yet, but you are going to LOVE being a Texan!!
The most dramatic development this week: Reflexes. Your baby's fingers will soon begin to open and close, his toes will curl, his eye muscles will clench, and his mouth will make sucking movements.
Wow! You are one amazing baby. I wish I had a window into your little world so that I could see all this going on. Out here, you're starting to make my stomach pooch out. I can wear baggy clothes and still just look like I have a beer belly, but if I wear anything fitted, you can definitely tell there's more going on than an addiction to cervezas!
In other news, your dad left this morning for his first business trip away since we found out about you. Thankfully he's only gone one night--it has definitely been harder having him gone than it used to be! I went to the grocery store after work today and almost started crying in the frozen food aisle because I suddenly missed him so intensely. He has one (or maybe two) longer trips before this fall, but after that you'll be around to keep me company in his absence.
Anyway, congrats on week 12. Have fun with your reflexes!
Love,
Momma
PS - Happy Texas Independence Day! You don't know it yet, but you are going to LOVE being a Texan!!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
A Song for Our Child
My aunt sent this song to me. I only hope our child grows to have both roots and wings.
Roots and Wings (A child's bedtime song)
If I had two wishes, I know what they would be,
I'd wish for roots to cling to and wings to set me free.
Roots of inner values, like rings within a tree,
and wings of independence, to seek my destiny.
Roots to hold forever to keep me safe and strong,
to let me know you love me,
when I've done something wrong;
to show me by example,
and help me learn to choose,
to take those actions every day to win instead of lose.
Just be there when I need you, to tell me it's all right,
to face my fear of falling when I test my wings in flight;
Don't make my life too easy, it's better if I try,
and fail and get back up myself, so I can learn to fly.
If I had two wishes, and two were all I had,
and they could just be granted,
by my Mom and Dad;
I wouldn't ask for money or any store-bought things,
the greatest gifts I'd ask for are simply Roots and Wings.
- By Denis Waitley
Roots and Wings (A child's bedtime song)
If I had two wishes, I know what they would be,
I'd wish for roots to cling to and wings to set me free.
Roots of inner values, like rings within a tree,
and wings of independence, to seek my destiny.
Roots to hold forever to keep me safe and strong,
to let me know you love me,
when I've done something wrong;
to show me by example,
and help me learn to choose,
to take those actions every day to win instead of lose.
Just be there when I need you, to tell me it's all right,
to face my fear of falling when I test my wings in flight;
Don't make my life too easy, it's better if I try,
and fail and get back up myself, so I can learn to fly.
If I had two wishes, and two were all I had,
and they could just be granted,
by my Mom and Dad;
I wouldn't ask for money or any store-bought things,
the greatest gifts I'd ask for are simply Roots and Wings.
- By Denis Waitley
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