Here I am... 27 weeks... approximately 6 months along. I don't know if it was all the holiday goodies or what, but I feel exceptionally more round than I did a month ago! I'm expecting the scale to show quite a significant weight gain when I go to my appointment on Monday. Here's another angle to give you an alternate view of the rotundity...I keep telling my husband, "I'm getting fat." And he responds, as any intelligent husband would, "It's okay! You're pregnant!" Don't get me wrong... I'm not complaining really... just making a statement of fact. In fact, I'd love to stay this way for far longer than three more months. I nearly want to hyperventilate when I look at my little baby countdown widget and see that I'm now in the double digits rather than triple. And then I want to hyperventilate even more when I remember that I probably have about a week less than it actually says since my babies come early. I just love being pregnant, especially now that my little inhabitant is moving so much. I just don't want to let go of this special time when we're so thoroughly connected to one another.
We're all quite attached to this little baby inside of me. My husband likes to stick his ear up against my belly and listen to our little guy's heartbeat. It's something special he can do (that I can't), and it's reassuring to both of us to hear (first and second-hand) that rapid little ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. And I love when my two daughters talk to their fetal sibling, ask about him, and talk about "when he comes out."
I made a baby blanket yesterday. White fleece on one side and blue with black polka dots on the other. The truth is we probably didn't really need another baby blanket, but I wanted to make at least one just for this baby... and clearly masculine in nature. (The rest of our blankets are either girly or gender neutral). It's super soft, and we're all already imagining him lying on and being wrapped-up in it.
We're pretty sure we've settled on a name. But, for anonymity's sake, I'm not going to tell you what it is. Sorry! :-)
Oh, and I keep having nightmares about the birth... variations on the baby coming prematurely and the midwives not answering their phones, or before the midwives arrive and I'm all alone and end up tearing, etc. I remember dreaming that my husband died during my first pregnancy... I think it's pretty normal to have intense dreams/nightmares while pregnant. Such a vulnerable time as a woman. I guess it's understandable.
I guess that's enough rambling for now. Stay tuned in four weeks for the next prego update!