An ongoing joke around this house is THE SCOWL. I have some great pictures of all my family members with a scowl...........husband as a itty baby, scowling at his grandma. One daughter as a 9 month old or so, scowling into the camera (looking EXACTLY like her dad). The other daughter in the first picture I ever received of her, as a 4 month old in China, scowling off into the distance. The first person I showed this referral picture to, my step-dad, said, "Who pissed HER off?"
The joke continues as we now talk about Baby Boy having a scowl. He just won't fit into the family without one, right? I was thinking of this today as I poked and prodded my belly, begging for him to kick me. He had been unusually quiet, increasing my pregnancy paranoia (enough for a post all on its own).
I did end up feeling him later on, doing some rolling moves. I thanked him, and laughed to myself, thinking it will be no surprise if he scowls at me right after birth as if to say, "Leave me alone, MOM! Quit POKING AT ME!"
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Baby Bird
I'm sitting here trying to remember when-----and why-----I began calling him "Baby Bird."
It was the very beginning, I know that; long before we knew he was a "he." Nowadays, we call him "Baby Boy".......and in my own mind, I use his real name. He does have a name, although it's a secret to all but his mama and dada. :-)
Several times a day, I feel butterflies. Those butterflies that creep up on me when I think about meeting him in March............those butterflies when I wonder how I'm going to find the strength to bring a whole person into the world. But they go away just as quickly, as soon as I remind myself how much I'm enjoying pregnancy. I really think I will miss it. Sure, I'll be thrilled to have him in my arms; but there is something so miraculous about the gestating part, too. I will miss his kicking, his elbowing, his hiccups, his somersaults. It's something I most likely will never experience again, and I'm not taking it for granted.
So, Baby Bird, as excited as I am to meet you, stay inside and keep growing. Know that I am enjoying you right where you're at.
It was the very beginning, I know that; long before we knew he was a "he." Nowadays, we call him "Baby Boy".......and in my own mind, I use his real name. He does have a name, although it's a secret to all but his mama and dada. :-)
Several times a day, I feel butterflies. Those butterflies that creep up on me when I think about meeting him in March............those butterflies when I wonder how I'm going to find the strength to bring a whole person into the world. But they go away just as quickly, as soon as I remind myself how much I'm enjoying pregnancy. I really think I will miss it. Sure, I'll be thrilled to have him in my arms; but there is something so miraculous about the gestating part, too. I will miss his kicking, his elbowing, his hiccups, his somersaults. It's something I most likely will never experience again, and I'm not taking it for granted.
So, Baby Bird, as excited as I am to meet you, stay inside and keep growing. Know that I am enjoying you right where you're at.
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