Belly

I'm twenty-five weeks pregnant.
I love that I'm having a little boy.
I dreamt last night about a little baby named Henry.
Maybe that's him, here in my belly.
We will see.

Dad, you asked to see how fat I was.

Okay, maybe you didn't say it like that...

But that's what you meant, right? 

ha.ha.

I'm much better looking this way, right?

Richard insisted that I do an Uncle Rico pose.
"Slowly raise your fist up against your chin... This is looking really nice."
I won't even ask you to name the movie.
If you don't know, don't admit it.

Twenty-Five weeks pregnant.
Let me tell you about it.

I have only been puke-sick a couple times.
And once was because I had the stomach flu.
I drink a lot of protein shakes.
You were right Jackie.

My two complaints:
I feel like someone put cement in my sinuses.
I have bulging varicose veins on places you will never see.

{good-bye to my thong bikini.}

I've been way more active than the other two.
Lots of walking, pilates, and yoga.
Craving fruit, of all things, pasta, and milk.
Sorry Evi, real cow milk too.

I'm planning a VBAC minus the epidural.
Not because I'm tough.
Just so I can feel all that is happening in case it goes sour.
Then I can say, "Just kidding! Scalpel?"

Other than that, I would have 18 babies if they were all as smooth as this.
I only get a little anxious that something bad is waiting to happen.
That's how easy this baby has been.

He's a funny boy, that doesn't like when me or anyone touches my belly.
If I even fold my arms on my tummy, he will shove up against me to get off.
Whatever side I'm laying on, he will kick and kick against the bed, until I move.
So please come poke my belly, because it will really tick him off!

I love babies.
I especially can't wait for number three.
I'm the third child.
So, he's bound to be my favorite.

Which is saying a lot because my kids are so funny.
I have to tell you some stories.
Parker and Colette have been getting better about bedtime.
In fact, on Sunday they fell asleep at 7 pm!
Richard and I quickly pulled out the boardgames.
We couldn't believe we had so much time to play.
Then a little after 9 pm, Parker comes strutting down the stairs.
He observes us playing our game for a minute, then finally says,
"Guys where's breakfast? I need to get dressed!"
We opened the backdoor and explained to him it was still nighttime.
He wasn't too happy about that. ha.

I was driving home from the OB and we passed Parker's Pediatrician's office.
Parker said, "Hey it's my turn to go to the doctor!"
I told him, "But you aren't sick, so why would you want to go to the doctor?"
Parker, "Well, let me get sick and go outside in the cold!"

After lunch the kids wanted to watch "Woody & Buzz."
I explained to the whiny Colette that I would wait to turn on the movie,
until Parker was done eating his lunch.
After her persistent whining,
Parker finally ran into the room and said,
"Mom will you PLEASE turn the movie on for Colette!"
Then he ran back to finish his lunch at the table.