Week 17. Baby is definitely starting to move. Of course, he/she mostly does so at night – but, thankfully, is still too itsy-bitsy to keep me up. 🙂 The waves of nausea I was experiencing last week have subsided. So, it’s safe to say that was not pregnancy-related. I guess that puts me in the tiny percentage of procreating females who do not experience morning sickness. Jealous? Don’t be – I’ll make up for it somehow.
Kenton’s triumphant first steps have yet to turn into a regular occurrence. This disappoints me greatly, because even though I’m not all that big yet – it is getting more tedious to pick him up constantly. I look forward to the day when he toddles around behind me and I only have to lift occasionally.
I still want to where a t-shirt that says, “It’s a baby bump, not a leftover lump from the baby on my hip” – because there are times when I just look plain old fat, not pregnant. That’s when I try to push my belly out a bit, rub it, and tell Kenton, “Say ‘Hi!’ to the baaaaybeee!” – loud enough, of course, so everyone near me can hear. (((SIGH)))
Also, my dream of having Kenton sweetly sitting at my feet in my weekly bump shots this time around is COMICAL. Yep…
The babe won’t walk, but he will crawl. EVERYWHERE. ALL.THE.TIME. Throw the dog in the mix and… yeah… bump shots for the next 23 weeks should be interesting!