Night owl

A mother’s joy begins when new life is stirring inside… when a tiny heartbeat is heard for the very first time, and a playful kick reminds her that she is never alone.

~Author Unknown

Baby has started kicking like crazy around 10:00 pm every night and continues for hours.  My dad said that means he or she is going to be a night owl… Mom says, with a twinkle in her eye, “What goes around, comes around!”  Haha, oh man are we in for it if that’s the case.  Ian’s parents say he was such a happy, easy baby.  Me, on the other hand… not so much.  I didn’t let my parents sleep for the first four years of my life, and even still today- I hate sleeping.  I’m really hoping and praying the baby takes after Ian sleep-wise (and  if baby inherits his bright blue eyes, that wouldn’t be so bad, either 😉 ).  I slept in until 9:00am this morning-first time in 5 months I have slept past 6:30- after the oh-so-supportive comments from my parents, haha.  Maybe I’ll try to actually get some sleep while I still can.

Exactly two weeks from today we have our anatomical ultrasound.  I am so nervous- I’m praying everyday that he or she looks as perfect as he feels in my belly, and hopefully, if  baby cooperates, we will be able to find out if we are going to be having a little prince or princess.  Ian is going to do his best to video the appointment so we can share it with you all.

150 more days!

150 days to go... 18 1/2 weeks

This week (week 18) has, without a doubt, been the best so far. It has officially been 7 days since I have been sick in the morning, and I will never again take for granted being able to get out of bed without throwing up for 20 minutes straight.  I  feel and look pregnant now as well. I have made it past the awkward stage of  looking like I ate a few too many hot dogs and not being able to button any of my pants to actually having an obvious belly bump.  Complete strangers smile at me, hold open doors, and ask me when my due date is.  I have had about 15 people that I don’t know (all women, thankfully) put their hands on my belly and tell me what a miracle it is to bring a baby into the world.  I have heard so many women say they don’t like it when strangers touch their baby bump, but I really don’t mind.  I’m just as in awe of having this little life inside of me as everyone else! is keeping a countdown until we get to meet our angel.  150 more days until she or he makes their appearance (if they aren’t as stubborn as I was… I was almost two weeks late! 😉 )