I am 6 and a half months along today. On some days, it feels like this baby is taking forever to show up but on others, I feel like I don’t have enough time to prepare for him. I think the nesting phase of my pregnancy is finally starting to kick in. I am dreaming of a nursery filled with light, books, planets, spaceships and comfort. I have some lists from friends who became mothers a while ago but I know that no matter how I’m trying to prepare for his arrival, I will never be prepared. I will be smitten. And those of you who have been smitten in your life, know how hard it is to hold yourself together and think straight.
We have finally decided on a name but apart from family and close friends, we have not really revealed it. All in good time, my friends.
These days, the little guy kicks me almost constantly. He reminds me on my drive into work that he’s there listening to NPR with me. On my way home from work, he pokes me to either tell me to stop singing at the top of my lungs or he’s just be-boppin’ along with me. When daddy talks to him at night, instead of listening intently, it feels like he wants to join in.
For a pregnancy, I can gratefully say that it’s been quite smooth sailing so far. The doctors and nurses take care of me without being too bossy. Mike is always there to rub my back, ice my rash (yes, I’m Queen Itchie) and soothe my night calf cramps. As a reward, he gets to feel the baby kick or poke or bump.
I love my guys so much! A girl can only be this lucky.