Oct 14, 2004 19:19
I still can't feel my little punkin kicking in my belly, but I can feel her/him shift now. It feels like a flop in my stomach. It's odd how protective I've gotten over the space anywhere close to my belly. Not too long ago it was the sight of all my freshly carved art... the one place on my body I was bound and determined to destroy... and now it is the one place on my body that I guard, nurture, and shelter the most.
My 3 year old nephew loves his baby cousin already. I took him out last weekend to see Shark Tale and he kept hugging my belly and kissing it. He just doesn't understand why the baby can't come to his birthday party (on the 13th of November) and walk around and play with him and then go back in my tummy until she/he's big enough to come out of my tummy for good. I love the innocence of children.
Ultrasound to find out what this little goober is this Wednesday. I thought for a majority of this pregnancy so far that I'd be upset if it turned out to be a boy, but it's all changed. No matter what gender they tell me on Wednesday, as long as they're showing a healthy baby in there, I'll be completely happy and relieved.