Ahh! There's some light reflection on the picture, but you can still make it out. I'm so in love with our baby and I can't wait for Delivery Day! I can't wait to see my husband become a father. He thinks he's not going to know what to do, but I think he's going to be a great father.
I'm at this stage where I should be feeling the baby move. For the past few weeks, about a month now, I've been having an extreme case of gas. I can feel gas bubbles in my abdominal area. Sometimes I can't contain it and have to let some go, sometimes nothing comes out at all. I think those are the times it's actually the baby and not gas. Pregnancy websites say that I'll know when it's the baby, but do I really?
Pregnancy is both a joy and chore, for me. I think every woman views it differently and when it's all said and done, nothing will ever outshine the miracle of nurturing a baby inside you for 9 months then giving birth.
Every day, I'm grateful for:
- The little gas bubbles I confuse for my baby. In the off-chance it's the baby, then I know it's healthy and kicking around.
- My loving and supportive husband, who can't be pregnant with me, but wants to know as much as possible what I'm going through and what I've learned.
- My extended family who are excited to see their first grand child and who offer their love and support in different ways.
- Frozen yogurt and fruit from Yogurtland, or Taiwanese shaved ice.
Every day, I'm hoping for:
- That moment when I'll definitively know the baby just kicked or punched out and I can have my husband feel them, too!
- Another ultrasound so we can see and hear the baby in real-time.
Every day, I gripe about:
- Not being able to sleep comfortably on my tummy because of the baby bump and not being able to sleep on my back for health reasons. Sleeping on my side makes me feel stiff and old.
- My achy feet that are swelling and taking my calves with them.
I'm feeling really happy right now. I really can't wait for D-Day so we can finally meet our little baby!