So last week I was hesitant to call it but this week I am sure: baby is getting big enough for Mommy to feel him or her! It’s not all the time yet but definitely getting more pronounced. I had forgotten how much I missed that feeling.
What I don’t miss is wondering what the heck to with my wardrobe. I’m not quite “here” with my regular clothes anymore and I’m not quite “there” yet with maternity clothes. Strike one: I can’t really get away with the rubber band around the top button of my pants as it is getting harder to even get the zipper out of its starting position. Not a good look for any condition. Strike two: the Bella Band is fantastic in theory and a disaster in practice. I must be between sizes as it’s not quite enough to stay in place and the eventual draft from either the front or the back really shouldn’t be ignored. Strike three: I’m not ready to completely throw in the towel and wear my yoga pants (can they be called that if I don’t actually do the yoga-ing?) as social wear. Yeah, I’m out.
And these vague references to baseball are in honor of the Greatest Game 162 of All Time on Wednesday. There you go, Mike–your own tickle and swish for your womb.
The few times Mike has decided to put the authority hammer down on Maxon, it has given Maxon pause; a pause long enough to look seriously at Daddy and gently jab his little index finger in the furrowed lines above Daddy’s brow and say “forehead?”
His teachers were amazed that he knew all the letters they showed him at school. He constantly points out letters on my shirt, his toys, and license plates. Child’s play. Today, he sang the entire Alphabet Song, solo and unprompted, much to my surprise and dewy eyes.
On recently finding out about the start of Round Two, click here.
Practicality versus sentimentality, click here.
Ultrasound at 12 weeks, click here.
On hearing the heartbeat, click here.
Maxon revealing his big brother status, click here.
Round One versus Round Two, click here.
We went to the Denver Zoo yesterday and while yes, the elephants, giraffes, and camels are cool enough, there is apparently nothing more noteworthy than the mighty porcupine. Maxon hasn’t stopped talking about it!
The obsession with porcupines starts here
The famous cocopine
There is always time to bust out a beat
Just hanging around, checking out the camels
So I’ve gone back to reading the start of this blog to retrace my steps from my Maxon pregnancy in order to compare how this pregnancy is going. I am constantly surprised at how tired/sleepy/sore I already am at this stage and have been chalking it up to not being as fit from the first time around, which really bummed me out. As it turns out, I’ve already forgotten some of the “bad” side effects and I am basically where I was at last time (read: complaining about some of same stuff). I’ve accepted I’m not comfortable in certain pants. And certain shirts. I’ve dug out my maternity clothes, although I’m happy to report that I don’t really NEED to wear them yet but it’s nice to know where they are. I’m not even bothering to suck in anymore. And this is where I should be!