It’s the last week of my second trimester! I am still feeling good – unicorns and rainbows abound – but I’m starting to move a lot slower than usual. And getting off the couch? It’s…tricky. I feel much sympathy for poor turtles who are flipped on their backs and can’t get up. I hear you, tiny friends. I am also ungainly and awkward.
I also get crazy head-rushes if I bend over and stand back up too quickly. And walking up hills got hard at some point. Basically: growing a human and carrying around 20 extra pounds of weight can really take its toll on a body.
But! You guys, I am still so psyched. And the Lumberjack can’t keep his hands off my stomach. We frequently just sort of stare at each other, all “omg we’re having a BABY.” Best birth control screw-up ever! (Don’t tell the kid I said that.)
The Lumberjack’s dad is in town, so last night we went out to dinner with him & my parents. Grandparent summit! They had many opinions on potential names, but were all in agreement that this kid is going to be awesome, and so loved. I can’t wait for him to pop out (yep, just pop right on out! so easy!) and get to know his family.
He is kicking a TON, and it’s awesome. Thump, thump, thump. I think it’s because he can tell how great things are out here. Also because we got a HUGE stash of baby clothes over the weekend from a friend, which included a BABY HOODIE. This kid is going to be from Oakland, through and through. Baby hoodie. Holy crap.
Oh also my belly button is mostly flat, but it pops out whenever I cough or laugh hysterically. Which happens simultaneously, because as soon as I cough and feel it poke out I just crack up and can’t be stopped until I’m nearly crying. Thanks for the laughs, weird little belly button.