31 Weeks...

Hey baby girl!

You're 31 weeks old gestationally today. Wow. It's a little freaky to write it out there like that. It's almost time for you to make your grand entrance and I'm sure you will arrive in great style. Hopefully with a little less of an anouncement than your daddy, who broke grandma's tail bone during his debut. We won't think about that now, but if that is your plan, could you maybe just hang out in there?

You are more and more active as the days go on, you seem to be a little shy though. When it's just you and me, you move around like crazy I can feel you moving 90% of the day, and we're not talking small movements, but this weekend when there was a whirlwind of people around for the shower you quietened down and moved very little until we were alone again laying next to daddy. You get shy with daddy too, I don't know if it's the difference in his touch or the sound of his voice but you quieten down when he rests his hand on my belly or when he talks to you. I like to think that he has the touch to calm you, to make you feel safe and secure. I know I didn't install that uterine alarm system, but daddy's here and he'll protect you.

This week you've started responding to our touches through "the belly"* and it's amazing. Last night I "played" with you for the first time. You had your little foot stretched up into my stomach and I would gently push it back down and move it around a little, as soon as I released pressure you would KICK! and then settle your foot back into it's place. We played this game 4 or 5 times before you grew bored and rolled over.

I'm not sure how you can grow bored of actual interaction but playing with my bladder is a neverending source of amusement for you. We'll have to discuss this further when you get here.

We have another ultrasound next week to make sure you're still growing like you should be...I can't wait to see your little face again. I look at your picture all day at work and can't wait for you to wrap those little fingers around your daddy's finger. It will be perfect. It will be the two things I love the most together. I might die of absolute contentment at that moment, I know that I won't be able to stand it, don't worry Mommy cries a lot from happiness and not just because she needs her diaper changed.

I love you baby girl, and I can't wait to meet you. We don't have too long now, just 9 more weeks.

Hugs and Kisses,

Mama

*The belly is it's own entity, has it's own personality and preceeds my entrance into any room.

Anybody seen Jonah?

I've heard the stories about random people commenting on the size of a pregnant woman and while it's always chalked up to stupidity it's still a little painful and makes you view youself in a whole new light. I prefer no light when I'm looking in the mirror so that I may continue to imagine myself with a substantially smaller belly and while I'm at it I go ahead and shrink my butt and firm up several other areas as well....I may be delusional, don't send help.



I've been spared many of these comments so far because unless I'm wearing an obviously pregnant outfit I don't feel that I really look pregnant except from the side view. I've gained a whopping 15 lbs in the 30 weeks I've been gestating froggybaby so I'm honestly pretty happy with my size despite outgrowing a pair of maternity pants. I still feel like a whale compared to my old body and I tend to waddle late at night when I may or may not be rocking cankles.



Today** I had a regular doctor appointment and when I was done and headed down to the lab for some bloodwork, the tech looked at me and asked when I was due and I told her October 30. Her response "Are you having twins?!?" Now I've seen the size of some of the women walking around the clinic and I KNOW that I am no where near their sizes. Let's just say there are some big ladies carrying babies in this area.



If anyone needs me, I'll be sitting in the dark dreaming of my smaller self and eating ice cream...until my baby girl comes and then I won't really give a damn now will I?

**I wrote this a week and a half ago and saved it as a draft and forgot to actually post it...we'll blame the pregnancy brain.

A baby shower!

This past weekend we were thrown an awesome couples shower by froggyfriend, K. The decorations were superb, a hand painted sign that will hang in froggybabies room, balloons and streamers galore and even a little people decoration...

Froggydaddy rocking his apron complete with nipples!

K went all out with the food, stuffed shells, taquitos, plantains, spinach dip, and the list goes on and on and froggyfriend D made a fabulous spicy chicken dip that was so good I couldn't stop eating even after I had heartburn!

We played a couple games, the one for the guys was to chug-a-lug beer out of a baby bottle and the first one finished won a six pack. It was hilarious to watch a bunch of Marines drink out of a baby bottle. The other game was one where K put baby food into diapers and we had to guess the food by smell. Some of the contents were questionable and not one of them looked appetizing!

I don't think I was supposed to taste the diaper filling...