I feel. . .
an alien doing cartwheels inside of me. . .the very thing that for years made my face contort with extreme horror as my baby growing friends would tell the tales of foots and butts rolling across their insides. . .no thanks. And then it happened to me. Gas? Not this time. . . Baby elbows? Throwing bows. If I think about body parts doing flips, I get a little weirded out. . .but if I just think about a precious, non gooey baby letting me know he (or she) is kickin’ it in utero. . .that makes me smile.
I crave. . .
starbies frappucinno’s. The chocolate kind. Why are they $5?
I am learning. . .
(or discovering) that pregnancy brain is a real live condition. If you see me walk into a store, I guarantee I’ve already forgotten where I parked. . .and where I put the keys that are in my hand. I think I need to start up the buddy system.
The truth is. . .
God is so kind to give us 18 weeks with a baby. I do like when it moves and I am so excited for our ultrasound in six days!
Husband says. . .
“I’m waiting for it to kick my hand.”