Monday, February 22, 2010
It's a girl! No, it's a boy! Not really. It's a girl.
We have one tiny, itty bitty little bathroom. (Which we just repainted and spiffed up in October last year. Good job Mike). When we learned that really it was a girl (they think, maybe, but they could be wrong), this was Mike's reaction:
"I could tell."
"We're going to need at least 5 bathrooms."
Although I have popped right out and look very pregnant, it's taken me quite a while to be able to feel this little munchkin. At my ultrasound (the one where they moved my due date back TWO WEEKS), the technician said it's because my placenta is right up next to my stomach. The last couple weeks I've finally felt definitive about the fact that there is a child knock-knock-knocking on my uterus's door.
Everything I feel is really low, so low that only Mike is authorized to feel the baby. One night as we lay in bed, I said to Mike, "I've finally felt her. Sherrie (Mike's sister, due the day before me) has been feeling hers forever."
"That's alright," he said. "Can I feel her?"
"Sure," I said and placed his hand on my lower abdomen. Right when he put his hand on my belly she gave the biggest kick I have felt yet.
"That was the strongest kick I have felt," I told Mike.
"Awww. She recognized me," said Mike.
at 7:32 PM