Thirty six weeks down and four to go. My tummy is as big as it feels like it can get, but of course mommies can always be proven wrong. I'm actually not terribly uncomfortable but I do feel heavy on my feet and my little Leo's insistence on squeezing my belly and loving it to death is getting harder to bear. And the baby. My god the tiny baby in my tummy feels more and more like a little person waiting to come out every day. My baby doesn't kick, it distends and morphs my tummy into the oddest shapes and angles. I honestly look like an alien is trying to escape through my belly button and the stronger it gets, the bigger the show. I've only gained about 21 lbs, though, I thought I'd gain more. That has me a little worried but I do still have 4 weeks to go...
Since we're kind of old fashioned and didn't find out the sex of our baby things are getting a little exciting. I'm really starting to wonder about who this baby is. What color will your hair be? Your eyes? Are you the little girl we've been waiting for or a little brother for our Leo? I finally had a dream about this baby, well the second one I guess. But it was an older little girl, named Ramona. I could just die over the cuteness of the name. Curly dark hair. Gah. Chris would be besides himself if it's a girl. Which is so sad because if it's a boy than there really is a bit of a let down, albeit short lived. A happy little baby is going to be lovely.
And what does a mommy to be need more than anything at 4 weeks out? But to have her most amazing friends shower her with all the love and attention she could ever deserve. They threw me a pamper mommy shower instead of the traditional gifts for baby shower since our little one has plenty and we don't know if it's a girl or boy so... I was gifted with a lovely brunch and oodles of creams and scrubs and soaks and all of the things to remind myself to take some time out for me when it gets hairy around here. It was so nice just to be thought of and to have friends who would take the time to do something like that. That really was the best gift of all, to be reminded of the beautiful friends I've found and that they love me. I guess, as a mother, that's a real challenge for me. To remember to be loved, accept love.
