
Since it's been awhile since I wrote my last post (not as long as it would appear due to my husband's refusal to post them in a timely manner : ) -- but still awhile), I had a lot of random stories/thoughts to share that I thought I would combine into one.
1. Stephen and I recently went to Spain and Portugal for two weeks. These two countries are the most amazing, beautiful, breathtaking place I've ever seen. Seriously, I didn't know places like that existed in real life. At one point I told Stephen I thought Spain is what heaven looks like. Traveling while pregnant was not bad. My ankles swelled up quite a bit on the way there due to my bad shoe choice so I had cankles for a couple days while walking the strees of Europe, but I've heard they're a new fashion statement.
Having only sips of wine was pretty heartbreaking. Stephen would let me drink about 3 sips of a glass before he would move the wine glass out of my reach and then tell me that if our child was born with extra body parts he would know why. If my child ever complains about us not taking it anywhere cool, I now have pictures to prove I have taken him (or her) to some totally awesome places.
2. I have been able to feel the baby move for awhile now. At first I wasn't sure if it was gas or the baby. There are still a few moments where I'm unsure which one it is, but if a fart doesn't come out within a few minutes of the movement, I assume it's the baby. : ) Stephen was able to feel it move a little before we left for Spain. Seeing his face when he felt it was priceless.
3. I still don't love Mexican food the way I used to. Being away from it for two weeks helped a little bit. We had it the night that we came home from Spain and it was actually pretty good.
4. I'm starting to show. I haven't outgrown my jeans yet as they're low enough I can still get them buttoned, but I discovered this morning that my work pants that fit before I left for Europe no longer fit. Related to this, I have discovered that shopping is no longer as much fun as it used to be which of course causes me great sadness. I have a vision in my head of what I should look like in an outfit and my head keeps leaving out my newly acquired protruding belly.
5. Children in pools make me nervous. We spent Sunday at Stephen's aunt and uncle's house with his cousins and their kids. I think because so many of my childhood injuries were associated with pools (if I still had a pool, I'd still be injuring myself in pools on a regular basis), I assume small children are as unable to not fall down and break teeth, scrape legs, etc. as I was.
6. I regularly refer to the baby as a him. Stephen says he thinks this means I will not love the baby if it's a girl.
7. We have purchased Coldplay tickets. Assuming I am not actually in labor at the time the show is taking place, I will be there.
8. After talking to numerous moms that slept on their backs while pregnant and did not meet with a horrible fate because of their back-sleeping ways, I am again a proud back-sleeper who is actually able to sleep at night.
Shopping does lose its fun when you have to think of either buying larger sizes, or (gasp) maternity clothes... I still at week 27 fit in 3 pre-prego pants, we must both wear the low rise style, still fitting in a 4 or 5 gives me some sanity despite the growing number on the scale. I finally gave into maternity clothes mostly about 2-3 weeks ago... the comfort helps, and they do have some cute stuff out there if you search long enough (and I scoured every store in MT I swear - apparently people in MT dont get pregnant)... I still call our baby "the baby" or "it" - though we planned to know, the baby was literally asleep with "its" legs crossed the entire ultrasound.. the u/s tech said if she were to guess its a girl, but that she had no basis for that, so dont buy pink... Wes calls it a girl or she... I just cant do that, I dont want to get locked into one sex, only to have the other... Last few weeks our kicks have hit a new level - you can watch the karate attack on my belly - kicks so strong you dont even have to touch to see/feel- Wes said the baby is so powerful because I wont call it a girl... ha.. yeah... probably not...