Another month has passed and I don't know for the life of me where it went. But I am pleased to find that we have landed in October.
October means fall, and fall is my favorite.
The weather continues to be hot, humid, and beachy, so our trip to Connecticut was quite welcome. The day before the long trip north started, we made little trip of our own up to the OB's office for my monthly check up. This was a long awaited appointment. I'd say probably the point in every pregnancy that all eager mamas and papas look forward to the most(apart from the actual birth, of course.)
The infamous 20 week ultrasound. We got to see our little one. My, oh my, how the little bean had grown from the first moments we saw him wiggling around at 8wks. Everything looked perfect. The heartbeat was strong, the measurements were adding up perfectly according to our due date, annnndddd we learned the best bit of information.
We are having a son.
Both of us teared up just a little as we processed this information. I had wanted to see G's face when he learned the news but I simply couldn't tear my eyes from the screen. From the image of this little, very active baby boy.
And his level of activity has only progressed since then. We are entering week 23 and his movements are getting strong enough that sometimes you can see my belly move a little with him. My appetite is constant and I feel like eating a whole meal almost every hour. There are not enough carbs in the world to satiate me. And with the increase of appetite I must also embrace the increase of the bump and complete loss of the flat tummy that I had finally achieved 6 months ago.
I am in a love hate relationship with my body. About ninety percent of my clothing does not fit. All my t-shirts have elastic-cinched sides to accommodate my my rapidly evolving, baby-greenhouse. My everyday jeans are either in a can't button pile on the floor, or have little elastics through button holes and zippers that will only zip half way because the lowest part of my abdomen is too far extended for them. And then the one pair of maternity jeans that I do own does not fit because I am not BIG ENOUGH for them. Sigh.
But at the end of the day I'm really just in awe of my body. It is housing, growing, protecting a human being. It's like having a small set of individualized super powers. At 23 weeks, he feels things, he reacts to surroundings. When you push my belly, he will push back. When I speak or sing along to my favorite albums he dances. And as soon as daddy lays his big warm hands on mama's belly, little boy calms down and falls asleep.
(*How anyone could claim that it isn't a life that deserves a chance, even at this stage, and well before, as well as later on, is something I cannot understand and cannot help but call selfish and fearful. But I digress...)
Even after birth, the ways that a woman's body uniquely provides for her child specifically for their own genetic make up, it just simply blows my mind.
Now, if you excuse me, I must throw dinner in the crock pot and eat a whole box of mac 'n cheese at the same time.
October means fall, and fall is my favorite.
The weather continues to be hot, humid, and beachy, so our trip to Connecticut was quite welcome. The day before the long trip north started, we made little trip of our own up to the OB's office for my monthly check up. This was a long awaited appointment. I'd say probably the point in every pregnancy that all eager mamas and papas look forward to the most(apart from the actual birth, of course.)
The infamous 20 week ultrasound. We got to see our little one. My, oh my, how the little bean had grown from the first moments we saw him wiggling around at 8wks. Everything looked perfect. The heartbeat was strong, the measurements were adding up perfectly according to our due date, annnndddd we learned the best bit of information.
We are having a son.
Both of us teared up just a little as we processed this information. I had wanted to see G's face when he learned the news but I simply couldn't tear my eyes from the screen. From the image of this little, very active baby boy.
And his level of activity has only progressed since then. We are entering week 23 and his movements are getting strong enough that sometimes you can see my belly move a little with him. My appetite is constant and I feel like eating a whole meal almost every hour. There are not enough carbs in the world to satiate me. And with the increase of appetite I must also embrace the increase of the bump and complete loss of the flat tummy that I had finally achieved 6 months ago.
I am in a love hate relationship with my body. About ninety percent of my clothing does not fit. All my t-shirts have elastic-cinched sides to accommodate my my rapidly evolving, baby-greenhouse. My everyday jeans are either in a can't button pile on the floor, or have little elastics through button holes and zippers that will only zip half way because the lowest part of my abdomen is too far extended for them. And then the one pair of maternity jeans that I do own does not fit because I am not BIG ENOUGH for them. Sigh.
But at the end of the day I'm really just in awe of my body. It is housing, growing, protecting a human being. It's like having a small set of individualized super powers. At 23 weeks, he feels things, he reacts to surroundings. When you push my belly, he will push back. When I speak or sing along to my favorite albums he dances. And as soon as daddy lays his big warm hands on mama's belly, little boy calms down and falls asleep.
(*How anyone could claim that it isn't a life that deserves a chance, even at this stage, and well before, as well as later on, is something I cannot understand and cannot help but call selfish and fearful. But I digress...)
Even after birth, the ways that a woman's body uniquely provides for her child specifically for their own genetic make up, it just simply blows my mind.
Now, if you excuse me, I must throw dinner in the crock pot and eat a whole box of mac 'n cheese at the same time.
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| Proud grandparents |
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| Learning that their first ever grand baby is a little boy <3 |
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