The other day Cari mentioned that Saturday is the perfect day to post stuff that no one cares about because who's reading blogs on a Saturday?
So here's a time capsule kind of post about this pregnancy so far so that in a few years when my memory has smashed five or six years into a small blur of babies and kids and dogs and popsicle stains on carpets, I can read it and say "oh, now I remember that. I can't believe that was YOU in my belly. Amazing!"
This is the most hungry I've ever been while pregnant. Hands down. Eating every two hours for the first trimester kept the barfies at bay, but now I still eat every two hours because oh my gosh I am so starving and why does all the food in our house suck and I guess I'll just have to inhale these stale cookie things after dipping them into Nutella.
That literally just happened a few minutes ago. I went to the kitchen to start making dinner, got sidetracked by the idea of eating rightthisverysecond and I did. Now I'm eating a pickle. No joke.
With Mary I had an anterior placenta (that means the placenta is attached to the front inside of mama's belly instead of to the back inside), so I didn't really start feeling her move until 18-20 weeks and even then it was pretty sporadic. This time I can only assume that the placenta is in the most out of the way position possible because I felt this sweet hungry thing move at a mere 13 weeks. Yes. Thirteen. And I've had Mr. Michael Flatley himself doing his fanciest footwork in there ever since.
Yesterday I was on the floor of the baby room doing something. Probably changing Mary's diaper. And then I tried to stand up from a squatting position and sort of fell backwards a little. I was fine, but when I stood up it was as if Pointy Bird had been turned sideways against his will and he was NOT pleased. I don't know how to explain it but it was like I could actually feel like a butt or head wedged ridiculously hard against the side of ye old belleh, which is weird for 20 weeks. At least it's weird for me. Usually they're a lot bigger and older before they start wedging themselves places.
I had to get on my hands and knees and kind of shake the baby back to the center where s/he belongs. And I said to Tommy "I just feel every little thing with this baby. So much more than with anyone else."
Experience? Age? I don't know. But there it is.
Gosh, I sure hope Cari is right and no one is crying tears of boredom reading this!
Oh, hey, also I wore horizontal stripes today. Probably not the best idea, huh?
Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend. (that's what we do at the end of every story we read to Mary)