It's a sunny Sunday, and I'm in a very pleasant mood even though poor Dan is sick in bed. I'm being lazy, accompanied by the dog, and enjoying a banana while Lego squirms around. She's been getting more and more active, it's crazy fun! The other day we saw my belly changing shape a little while she was doing her wiggly thing. Then a few days later she was poking at the top of my belly and nudging me at the bottom and side at the same time! Hard! I think she must have been having herself a disco party in there. When she becomes mobile she's going to keep us on our toes for sure.
My pregnancy has been pretty easy so far, and I have been really enjoying it. While I'm super excited to meet her and hold her and see what she looks like (I think she's going to look just like Dan), I'm going to be a little tiny bit sad not to be pregnant anymore after she arrives. I'm just a couple weeks away from my 3rd trimester- the home stretch! I like my belly and for the most part have been enjoying observing the changes in my body as Lego grows. I feel pretty and confident, and am still stretch-mark free for the time being! My belly has started getting in the way a little, but mostly it's not inconvenient and doesn't interfere with my daily activities. I like feeling her in there at random times throughout the day, having the constant reminder that she's with me. I feel close to her, and I love when Dan puts his hand on my belly to feel her too. It's been wonderful seeing him be excited for our baby. It's so sweet when he talks to her, and I love the look of awe on his face when he feels a particularly hard kick. He's been great about putting up with all my weird little changes brought on by pregnancy (gas, fatigue, tears at the drop of a hat), and he has been loving the random food I have been bringing home after work and insisting on making at 10:00 at night.
I know having a baby will more than make up for it, but I really think I'm going to miss this special time. The day by day of pregnancy sometimes feels endless and there are days I would trade my elbows for a glass of wine, but overall this time is so very, very short. We will never have this experience again of being pregnant for the first time, with all the wonder, excitement, and anticipation that goes along with it. I wish I could package up these feelings to revisit over the years, to make them last just little longer, or to remind me about how much I really do love this poopy, fussy, headstrong child.
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