26w

Well, the little guy is quite active these days. Derrick and I spied on him again the other night earlier this week. He had the hiccups which was super cute to watch and was doing an awful lot of swallowing. I guess it's a new trick he's recently learned. In the pic you can see his tongue going from his lips to the back of his head. Kinda weird to literally be able to see through someone like that.
Thought I'd share with you some of the new things I am learning about being prego.
1) While I have come to enjoy (most times) feeling him move around, looking down and seeing the shirt over your belly moving is not enjoyable, it is creepy. Lifting up your shirt, and seeing your nakie belly move around and poke out and such is even creepier. Again, very, very Alien-esque.
2) The belly is immovable. You cannot bend around it or push it out of your way, try as you might. This makes certain activities, such as putting on undies and pants quite awkward, and other activities such as painting your toenails a near immpossibility.
3) I am quickly losing view of everything below my belly. The bikini zone is long gone, and I am starting to lose my feet. Only my toes remain.
4) This one is sorta for girls only, simply because men will never be able to understand, not because I am modest, because I am not. The tummy has become a shelf. If I am sans bra and I sit down, my boobies rest on it. This is the most revolting feeling that has ever existed. I hate it more than anything. Absolutely disgusting.

The nursery

Mom came up for Memorial Weekend and like always, we put her to work, just like a little Mexican. One of our goals was to get the nursery painted, and paint we did. Well, I didn't know this, but apparently paint fumes will cause me and my unborn child to spontaneously combust, so mom and Derrick painted, and I sat on the floor outside the room watching and pouting like a petulant child. After a while of this, I guess they got tired of me staring at them, and I was finally allowed to paint near the door and window, much to my joy. I love (hate!) the concern, but there is nothing worse is the world than an overprotective mother and Ob/Gyn husband.

22 weeks

This little boy is quite the active bugger! In the last week I've really started to feel him moving around- a lot! It was kinda freaking me out at first, having this thing pounding on my from the inside out (think Signorney Weaver and Alien), and had several strange dreams as a result (one involved our child being born with a full set of teeth which was absurdly distressing, but that's a whole different story). But now that I've started to get used to the feeling, which one can only describe as Alien-esque, it's kind of nice to be able to tell when he's sleeping or awake/mellow or awake/hyper. Right now, for instance, he is not too pleased with me leaning forward in this chair to type my weekly missive, but he is just going to have to deal for the moment...

Have I mentioned how I love being married to Derrick? Besides the fact that he is obviously fabulous, he also comes with perks. Last weekend, I went to visit him in the hospital while he was on call (for a friendly, not conjugal visit- hah ha!), and he scanned me so we could spy on our son for a bit. It's so fun to just sit around and see his face and his hands, and just kinda watch him hanging out. He apparently recently discovered his hands, because he was quite fascinated with his fingers.

It's a BOY!!!

It's been such a looong time since either of us has posted anything, so I wanted to share some of our ultrasound pics. It's a boy and I keep hearing that he has my nose... not so sure about that one, but he's cute and he's ours! :) Also included a pic of my teeny belly at 20w.