This summer is floating by quickly but I have to say, this pregnancy is flying even faster. I'm 21 weeks along, on the downward slope of this journey. There are things I don't enjoy about pregnancy (specifically the things I will never admit to experiencing here on the Internet) but this is something I can only experience a few times in my life and I just want to soak it all in.
I had an appointment today and everything looks great, healthy and BIG. Rockne is measuring three weeks ahead of schedule. It could all even out over the next several months. Or just be a big baby. We shall see.
Two weeks ago, we got an ultrasound with fabulous pics. Every tiny piece is marvelously accountable for. (I hate ending a sentence with a preposition but I'm hot and proper English is apparently out the window.) I'm an ultrasound and heartbeat crier. Every time I get to hear or see my baby, tears just leak out my eyes. It's all such a miracle and I'm continually in awe that a HUMAN BEING IS GROWING INSIDE OF ME. Ah-mazing.
In case you can't tell what's what, the baby's face is in the middle of the photo and the arms are near the back of the head with the elbows by the mouth. The legs are crossed and the feet are up above the head.
Essentially, this babe was super comfortable hanging out in an invisible hammock.
I am already in love with this precious person. Let me repeat myself: It's all such a miracle and I'm continually in awe that a HUMAN BEING IS GROWING INSIDE OF ME.
I'm feeling the baby kick and move more and more. I just love that part. The movement is so much stronger this week and when I put my hand on that sweet child, the kicks and punches make my hand move. It's worth saying yet again It's all such a miracle and I'm continually in awe that a HUMAN BEING IS GROWING INSIDE OF ME.
I'm feeling so much better this trimester. No more nauseous, no vomiting in Wal-Mart and even though I want to survive on Kroger's fresh French bread alone, I'm able to eat so much more now. Like Special-K loaf, Kefir and cheesy rice. You know, the basics.
I think the object that benefits the most from my feeling better is the house. It's been in a pretty sad, "is this a house previously featured on "Hoarders?'" state for the last several months but I've recently felt the urge to clean, purge and actually make the bathtub white again.
It's now about 80 degrees past melting and with all the running around (not literally, of course), I wasn't drinking enough water. But then I bought this, my beloved Tervis. Madeline calls it the Katie Cup.
The Katie Cup and I are now inseparable. I love her. Ice actually stays ice, even when I leave it in the car for nearly two hours during a library visit. And the label promises to keep hot drinks hot so I'm eagerly envisioning many winter mornings when I make tea at 7:30 a.m., leave it on the counter FOR JUST A MINUTE and then remember it at 11 a.m. but now find it still hot in my Katie Cup.
Oh, how I love my Katie Cup.
We cannot wait to meet this baby and Madeline is still over the moon about a brother or sister. Every night, she tells me good night and then yells, "Good night Baby Rockne!"
Recently, she's been on a kick to name the baby Curly. She thinks Curly Mayes sounds awesome.
Me: "What do you want to name the baby today?"
Madeline: "Curly Mayes."
Me: "Oh, still. OK. What if it's a boy?"
Me: "What if it's a girl?"
Well then. I have no idea what we will call this babe but I can guarantee he or she will not be known as Curly Mayes.