It's been days since i've spoken to my hubby and it's pulling me apart inside.
Good thing the baby is in there keeping me all together!
Well, what is new you ask?
I shall tell you
I've been dealing with the constant struggle of seeing myself beautiful as my stomach grows larger and larger. I have yet to have any cravings but I do get annoyed if people eat in front of me while i'm hungry. So...WATCH OUT! Haha, moving on...
I'm on my 25th week at the moment and this time has gone by rather quickly. I was 6 weeks when I found out but it seems like my countdown's end is around the corner. I find myself itching to make sure I'm prepared for the baby but I will be itching until the baby shower comes.
Speaking of which, I'm extremely excited. My amazing sister-in-law is coming down just to throw it for me and I couldn't be more blessed for her to be in our lives. LOVE HER! Not only that but whispers are running around trying to push and pull so that my besties can make it. ((I think I may be too excited for the possibility)) Where was I?
Oh yes, what has been occurring in my life, belly? Roman is growing stronger every day. I can feel it in his kicks and turns. When he gets bigger I assume that he will definitely be hurting my rib cage. I love this boy so much though!
He recognizes my voice and seems to enjoy my singing. He refuses to move for my mother. I believe this to be his own internal joke with her, I'm sure he loves her already. I play videos of my husband speaking so that our boy may become familiar with his voice. This actually seems to be working and since his movement is all I can use as proof, then I can pretty much conclude that it is working thus far. Maybe it's a combination of his voice and the emotions that are within me when I, myself, hear my husband's voice. I suppose it will remain a mystery.
OH lord, the internet is a death tool for people. I have done nothing but search continuously for a diaper bag I would love. I have found countless ones, many colors, many prices, and many reviews. There are entirely too many options out there! Then I never thought to get a gender specific bag but after speaking to my friend it has me wondering. Do other mothers out there choose their bag for comfort, style, durability, and/or the gender of their child?
Having too much time allows a person's mind to wander. Maybe my mind runs, like an olympian. Every thought connects like a chain of pearls. Here is an example. I am in my room watching tv and then I feel a kick which progresses into....
Kick -> baby boy -> 15 weeks left -> not prepared -> what do I need? -> Everything -> Oh, the baby shower -> Not for 12 weeks -> Bag -> diaper bag ->color bag (black, blue, pink, red..) -> will John hold that bag? -> Will he make it? -> will it snow? -> the war -> AND SO ON.
The mind of a pregnant woman...well, my mind! *sigh*
All of this random rubbish and I fail to mention the colossal amount of appointments scheduled now. I pre-registered at the hospital I will have Roman in and decided to opt into the classes there. Of course my mother is right next to me with entirely too much excitement because she wants to be a part of it all. I speak to a very friendly lady at the hospital to set everything up. Now, I have a core class starting the 1st of Nov. and will continue for the next 4 Mondays. A tour of the women's center scheduled along with a newborn and breast feeding class sometime in Oct and Nov. This tied into the fact that my appointments with my OB will soon be scheduled closer and closer together. At least the time will go by quickly. I have learned to anticipate the next appointment. This little strategy has made everything flash by like a tornado.
I have the wonderful (sarcasm) sugar test coming up on the 14th and then I'm still conflicted in whether I should pay the extra money for the 3d ultrasound. :/ I wish that my hubby would say yes or no rather than the diplomatic, neutral answers. This is up to me and I am sort of anticipating a better image of my son.
Well, until next week. I promise I'll get better at keeping up with my writing!
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