Our Little Lovely

So baby Gordon is about 5 inches long today and I think I have felt the rumblings of the first somersaults and jabs. Avi likes to talk to the baby and play peek-a-boo. He wants to know why babies can't cry in the womb, and told me he's really glad he'll never have a baby in his tummy. :) It's so cool to see my little baby becoming a big brother. It's also strange how new all these experiences are, even though I have done this before. It seems so long ago, and I wonder if I'm actually going to remember what to do or if I'll have to read all those books again. Here's to creative playtime and getting messy in the garden. I know I've complained so much about the icky sickies, but the truth is, where else can you fall in love with someone you've never met and watch your dreams come true over months, years. and a lifetime?
It still amazes me that a short time ago, I was discovering the love of my life in the gentle eyes of a friend, and now we're creating even more love to fill this house. I'm so thankful for our little lovely bundle of happiness. :)

2nd trimester Highs and Lows

I have officially entered the 2nd trimester. This is told to be a time of peace from morning sickness, increased sexual drive and interest, and a growing belly that passersby no longer mistake for 'man, she really let herself go'. What a utopia!

Some of these pleasures I have gratefully enjoyed (you guess), alas, I must take the time to lament--if only to myself--about the relentless nausea and vomiting I have grown to lovingly accept (the forgiving mother that I am).

I have officially become a non-discriminatory vomiter. I have 'seen again' every food group, every type of food from plain water to spicy indian, from nachos, to seemingly benign grapes; from milk to yes--ginger ale. And even anti nausea aids that help cancer patients tolerate chemo are no match for my propulsive gastric muscles! And the locations have also become more interesting:Yes there is the old standby 'hovered over the commode', but I have also expunged my puny meals at every work location, at Avi's school, in my car, at church, on a plane.

This endless fight for nourishment has only fueled the fire of folks who stand by their vote of 'it's a girl'. Well, the jury is out until December 18th, but girl or boy--this baby is clearly winning the host versus graft battle.

It's so good that I have done this before, and can look into Avi's eyes and believe in 5-6 months that the last thought from my mind will be anything related to these tiring days. But then again, Avi only struck me with a sea of full body acne (which also fueled speculation that he was going to be a girl) and 3rd trimester reflux--those ailments pale in comparison!

Positive points: well, it's kinda like getting malaria--at least you're not gaining weight and people generally provide support and sympathy.

Room for improvement: How about next time I get a Dobhoff tube and call it a day?

Lessons learned: All my prior statements about 'pregnancy is so easy I should be a surrogate' must have karmic-ally bounced back from the ears of women who spent 3-days in back labor and this is my reward.

Love and Life to our family and friends,

Glenda