I’m sorry to say, if you have a pierced belly button, you’re going to regret it if you get pregnant because a red scar starts stretching out above your belly button. (No stretch marks yet though, keep my fingers crossed.) It was something I did spontaneously in Wales with a friend. She pierced her eyebrow and the giant needle sticking out of her face is one image I get to have the rest of my life.
A while back, before I knew whether I was having a girl or a boy but kinda thought it would be a boy, I went to a get together and a woman came in with the cutest little two year old girl. I watched her play and had a strong feeling of wow…maybe what I really want is a girl.
I went to pick up a changing table from craigslist and it turned out to be the woman from the get together. She recognized me before I could place how and where I knew her. The two year old helped by carrying the changing pad to the truck. I told Steve about it and said maybe it was a sign.
“Of what?” he asked.
“Uh… that we’ll have a cute girl?…and umm..that we were meant to have a changing table!”
“Yeah,” he said “the changing table of destiny.”
I’ve discovered Tums! Yum! I was starting to get this uncomfortable, tight feeling between the base of my throat and my stomach. It was just uncomfortable and kind of interfered with sleeping. I wasn’t sure what it was but eventually decided it might be heartburn even though the sensation didn’t feel like a burning one. So I popped a Tums last night and slept great. Like you care!
Wow…25 weeks. Just a little over three months left. Three months! There has been all this waiting and not knowing that it is still hard to imagine that for the rest of my life I will know. I will know what color hair and eyes she has and what her personality is like. I will barely even be able to remember or imagine what life was like without her. And hopefully, hopefully, we will be connected for as long as we both draw breath.
May 6th 2009pregnancy