- Baby stretches (even when its up against my ribs and kinda knocks the wind out of me)
- Making Mike jealous because he can't always feel the baby stretches or kicks when he puts his hand on my belly
- Super-whacked-out dreams, like the one where our car suddenly decided of its own accord to turn into a hybrid . . . and hilarity and giant spaghetti noodles ensued . . .
- Buying really cute baby clothes
- Buying really cute baby accessories
- Thinking about buying really cute baby furniture
- Cool friends who want to throw me a baby shower so we can squeal and look at cute baby things without thought of responsibility
- Thinking about the eighteen months that we couldn't be pregnant, and how those months are over
- Thinking about January, when all the soreness and inches will turn into a delicious and wonderful cuddly baby that will love me more than anyone (and I guess Mike too)
- Thinking about not being pregnant any more
Un-cool things about being pregnant:
- Heartburn (this is huge)
- Sore muscles, ligaments, and now-non-existent abs
- Waddling up and down stairs and around campus
- Not sleeping very much
- How every time anyone says anything about going to the bathroom, Katie does a Jackie Chan-esque turbo-kick followed by the Ironman 3-point power-landing on my bladder
- (All the horrific things that my body did to me during the first 5 months, about which I am not prone to think. Also the things that are starting to happen to me now that I'm 3rd trimester, also about which I choose not to think)
In all seriousness, though, this is one of the most amazing experiences of my life. During that year and a half of praying for a baby, I will admit that I didn't know, fully, how it was going to happen. But every time I say her name and she kicks me hard in the belly button, it gives me the shivers. Every time I see the little sleepers I already bought for her (with MONKEY FEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I imagine her warm little body inside them and cuddling her against me, and it makes me almost physically ache for January, when I'll get to know her for real.
Maybe I'm getting a little sentimental. But seriously? There's going to be a baby here. And saying that babies aren't the most amazing thing on the planet is like saying that ice cream is an unsavory substance that causes uncomfortable feelings in the digestive system, or saying that a jet pack is a dangerous thing to own (that was for you, Mike). Babies are just . . . the whole reason I exist right now.
Sorry. I'll stop blubbering. And hint that my mom might actually get a picture of me with my pregnant belly sometime soon . . . like, after I get my hair cut tonight. Maybe. Just saying, there's potential.
