23 weeks 2 days


Okay, so its not the prettiest picture in the world. Believe it or not I actually fixed myself up a little for the photo so I didn't so closely resemble a pregnant zombie. But hey, daily bedrest + pregnancy does not produce the most attractive specimens.

So I am starting to be convinced that my son is rearranging furniture in my uterus. I find it absolutely unfathomable that there are stories out there of women who are pregnant and don't know it until they are in labor. If I didn't know I was pregnant, I would think that an alien had temporarily borrowed my womb to spawn itself and was preparing to erupt out of my navel. All I know is that those women who supposedly don't know they are with child must have some terrifying moments as their child practices kickboxing against their insides.

A note from the trenches.

I'm back! Sorry it has been SO long since I have updated this blog. Most of you know that I have recently been sentenced to Life In Bed, without parole. So far I have completed 26 days of this sentence. Only about 122 left....

And most of you also know that we are having a little boy!! Hurrah for snakes and snails and puppy dog tails....and ridiculous obsessions with sports, and extreme pride over producing unnatural-sounding bodily functions, and inexhaustable energy.....Well, as I have said before, for any of you that have experienced any kind of sisterly torment from my husband during our college days, I do believe that karma is about to avenge you by sending a smaller version of Brian for him to raise.

The little bugger is already very active. He flips and flops all day (and all night) long and I have to admit I am extremely curious as to what kinds of positions he must get himself into in order to create such odd shapes in my abdomen. But it is really wonderful and amazing to feel every movement. It feels like some sort of secret communication between us. Sometimes I just lie there for hours savoring each movement. I guess that is one of the (very few) luxuries of being on bedrest.

I must take a moment here to sing my husband's praises. When I would fantasize as a girl about my future husband and what our lives together would be like, my fantasies rarely went past the wedding day. That was always the "happily ever after." But in reality of course, that is only the beginning. And this story right here, this trial that we are going through together, this is part of our happily ever after. Because of course it is in the difficult times, the painful and challenging times that you see more deeply into what your marriage is made of, and of what your "Prince Charming" is made of. Yeah, Snow White's guy had a white horse and a silky ( I would say almost feminine) voice. But would he hold her and pray for her in the night while she cried herself to sleep? Would he prepare three meals a day for her every day and tend to her needs without complaining as well as do all the laundry, clean the bathrooms, sweep, dust and hold down a full time job? Would he go out walking in the pouring rain to find a used bookstore so he could surprise his wife with a book she mentioned wanting to read as she laid in a hospital bed hooked up to five different machines experiencing one of the worst moments of her life? I don't know about Snow White's man. But mine has shown himself to be of a stronger, more selfless, noble and loving character than I could have ever dreamed of in any of those fantasies that I wove together in my girlhood.

Okay enough of all that mush. But I had to give my hubby props for everything he has done and will continue to do. Very soon I will post more belly pics. I now sport a belly that closely resembles Homer Simpson's beer gut.