Your fetus has become amazingly mobile (at least compared to you), passing the hours yawning, hiccuping, rolling, twisting, kicking, punching, sucking and swallowing. And, baby’s finally big enough that you’ll be able to feel those movements soon.
(That’s a sweet potato. Yeah, I was confused too.)
Look what was in my mailbox today! Sophie! So of course, I opened up the package to play with her. (The babylegs came today too, but those aren’t as much fun to play with.)
I guess I didn’t really realize how much she squeaked. Or, how much that squeak sounds like the squeak of our cat Boo’s mousies.
Or how much that squeak drives Boo ABSOLUTELY INSANE. Every time I squeeze the thing Boo-boo seems to think that it’s automatically THROW SOPHIE time because he runs around in circles waiting for it to be thrown so he can run after it and sink his naughty teeth into it.
Hell NO, Boo. This toy will never be yours. That doesn’t mean that I won’t squeak it and fake throw it for HOURS just so I can laugh at you. Muah-ah-AH!
I wasn’t expecting you so soon! It was a bit of a surprise to me yesterday as the hubs and I were driving to see “Up” that suddenly it felt like my pants were digging into my uterus. But alas, it was just you. And you scared the hell outta me.
I silently was thinking “I’m having contractions” and thought about saying it aloud, but didn’t want to alarm the hubs. It was only you, and for the most part, you are relatively harmless. (Albeit annoying.)
You continued to visit me throughout the movie, and the drive home. I learned after pulling out the trusty “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” that you can be triggered by dehydration. Guilty. I knew I was dehydrated when I woke up, yet I didn’t properly rehydrate, instead I downed movie theater popcorn and a cherry coke like they were going out of style. This decision only added to my dehydration, and by the time I got to the car, I had chugged two bottles of water to try to redeem myself.
I was better last night. Today, you came back. Uninvited-again.
The nurse has informed me that I must drink 65 ounces of water a day to stay properly hydrated. Needless to say I have been not doing that. AT ALL. So today, I hope, is your last day of visit, Braxton Hicks, my friend. Nothing personal.
Signed,
jennabee
So, after a convo last night with my mom about how bad my registry was (3 packages of pacifiers and 6 jumper/swing/chair thingys and NO CLOTHES?!)…I added a bunch of essentials, that I…quite frankly…didn’t know how essential they were.
In any case, she reminded me how I was going to need socks and hats and all sorts of “keep baby warm” things right off the bat, and couldn’t really wait to get gender specific stuff! So, suddenly I’m obsessed with baby hats and keep warm items.
So today, I bought these items.
Baby Legs are the item of the day on BabySteals.com – they have a bunch of cute designs…and I determined these four pair to be the most gender neutral…athough something tells me the hubs might question the rainbow ones. W.
I also purchased this hat from Esty seller Cite Fuzz – SO CUTE. And just like all the hats this kid’s daddy wears ALL THE TIME. 
Seems gender neutral as well, right? Right. (Just agree with me.)
Must stop.
I think we had another milestone this morning.
As I was procrastinating getting out of bed this morning after the hubs left for work, I had my hand on my stomach. And I felt a couple kicks from the outside.
::squeals::
It was pretty cool.
And right now, I think the wee one is enjoying the sausage biscuit/magic coke combo – I’ve gotten a couple kicks that made me jump they were so hard. I’m really trying hard not to put my hand on my stomach at work to feel them, but I don’t want to look like a lunatic.
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