I have kindof lost track of how many weeks along I am, because when I went in for my ultrasound they said I was measuring TWO WHOLE WEEKS bigger than I actually was. So… now I’m all… does that mean I actually am two weeks ahead of projected baby time? Or does that just mean this boy is mumbo?
Heck, I dunno. I just follow what the little baby elephant says in my sidebar. Because I trust that little elephant. He ain’t done me no wrong.
I am feeling extra super great these past few weeks. I’ve got energy and a baby bump and I can still fit into some of my pants. (Uh… sortof.) I can eat whatever I want without having to consult a queasy stomach beforehand. And, this baby is rocking and rolling inside of me… kicking and pushing so hard against me that sometimes I am convinced that he could already whoop me in an arm wrestling match if he had the chance.
His little thumps make me jump and start and wince … something I NEVER remember feeling with Ezra. Ezra’s kicks were always so pleasant and demure. Like… “Pardon me mother, may I bump you a tad?”
This baby is like… “JUDO CHOP!!! oh. sorry. was that your liver?”
On a completely unrelated note- today was the first ‘good hair day’ I’ve had in MONTHS. Soooo, I took a picture. And wanted to thank you all again for helping me through the agonizing hell known as ‘growing out my hair’. I think it’s finally starting to pay off…