BN2 update: I have been feeling the baby move for over a week now. I know that seems early and you might say “Kim, you just have gas.” Well, yes, I have gas, but I definitely know the difference between flatulence and someone elbowing my uterus from the inside. Not to mention the outside, too, with Kyle always trying to climb on me and put a knee right where his little sibling is growing.
The movement surprises me. It reminds me that I’m pregnant, which I find so easy to forget these days. I feel guilty about that. I also feel guilty that I keep forgetting to take my prenatal vitamins, and that I can’t seem to eat vegetables. I actually considered purchasing V8 today at the grocery store because I thought that might help me with vegetable intake. I forgot to go down that aisle, though, so no V8. I can’t stand the stuff anyway, so what makes me think I would be able to stomach liquid vegetables over solid? Bleah.
I’ve been wearing maternity clothes for about a week. I have to update the wardrobe because some of the shirts are stained with spit-up. Nice. But for some reason I can’t bring myself to put away all of my cute t-shirts that I won’t wear again for at least a year. Even though I tell myself I will work hard to get back into shape after this baby is born, I know the truth. I’ll be wearing fat pants for at least 6 months post-partum.
On Tuesday I am returning to the perinatologist for my 18-week ultrasound. This time I promise I will pay attention to how healthy the baby is and stuff. But truthfully, I am simply overwhelmed with anticipation about the baby’s gender. Not to mention the 1,456 people who have asked me in the last week, “Do you know?!” A part of me doesn’t want to know. But most of me does. And I can’t wait to tell you and start my Amazon wish list of cute little pink things. (Or supplements to the cute little boy things I already have.)
My father is due to arrive in Los Angeles in 9 minutes. He will be here for the whole week – to visit with us and play with Kyle, to spend Thanksgiving here, and, perhaps most importantly, to join me at the ND vs. USC game. That’s right Jay, I’ll be there IN PERSON. Keep your eyes peeled for me in the stands (I have no idea where our seats are)! I have spent the last two Saturdays watching football all day long, as if my diligence will somehow help Notre Dame win. It’s been a long time since we had a good day down at the Coliseum. We deserve it.
That’s so awesome, I’ve heard you often feel the baby move sooner in a second pregnancy than a first… something about all those muscles being stretched out never to go back to where they once were 😉 … have a great visit with your dad (why isn’t mom joining him??)
Thanks for the picture honey! It’s a bright spot in my otherwise not-feeling-so-great morning (stomach).
I will cross my fingers first for a healthy baby then for all things pink. I have to say having a little girl after a boy is heaven. Not that I love my Little Man any less but I feel complete having one of each. Now ask me that when Girlie Girlie is a teenager and my answer might be completely different. LOL!
I hear ya on the veggies, but suggest buying the V* (great for hangover prevention when you are not pregnant), and use it to make vegetable beef soup. Load it up with potatos, pasta, and meat, and you might forget it is vegetables. This is a trick I learned from Jenny Craig pre-Jackson (lost 20 lbs. in the months leading up to my pregnancy.)
Have fun at the game! Wish I was there with you…..we will be in Inday, and I have already packed Jacks Brady Quinn jersey…suz
The game sounds like fun 🙂 Have a great time!!!
As for the baby stuff, I think it is great that you can forget that you are pregnant. I was so worried with Buddy’s pregnancy because we lost our first that I never took the chance to enjoy.
GO IRISH!!!