It's very hard to believe that this week ends my 2nd trimester. I remember back in June thinking how far the holidays seemed and now here we are wrapping gifts and planning christmas parties.
The second trimester was a pretty uneventful time for me. I was lucky enough to breeze through without any major problems and with a weight gain of only seven pounds! Oh yeah baby! The biggest development was the first little kicks I felt from Lil' Lax which have only grown stronger and bigger. There are no more cutsie little "butterflies" or "pops". These movements are full on twisting, turning, pushing, kicking, and punching. I sometimes wonder if the baby is trying to escape through my belly button (which at the moment still points inward, thankfully). It's to the point now where it even keeps me up at night. It seems the baby is on its father's schedule because when Eric's alarm goes off at 3am...it's party time. The funny thing is, no matter how much movement I feel, the second I tell Eric to come check it out, the baby goes into hiding. Eric is starting to get a complex that LL is scared of him! I suggested that Eric use his inside voice when talking to the belly and the baby might not be so scared! ha
Other than that I've been morning sickness free, pain free, and pretty much worry-free which is a surprising feat for me. The heartburn is still there, some days more than others but it's nothing two Pepcid's can't cure.
Change of Heart
In a past post called "Mean Girls", I vented about all the rude comments people make to pregnant chicks. Since then, I've noticed that not everyone is a mean girl. I've had an abundance of people telling me how great I look, how excited they are for me, offering their help, and even giving me special gifts. A friend of mine (who may or may not read this blog, wink wink) gave me some great books that she and her friends found helpful and that they enjoyed reading with their kids. It's gestures like these that make me realize that people are truly excited for me and just because some people may say stupid things, it's the positive things that really count.
Another Photo Shoot
Speaking of him or her. After 5 months of agreeing that we wouldn't find out the sex of the baby, on this ultrasound day, Eric decided to change his mind! What? Keep in mind, this is the 3rd ultrasound we've had. I didn't even get any warning. Literally as we were walking into the room he springs this news on me. "I am going to find out today." Oh really now? He even said he would ask for it in an envelope and not show me. But, we all know who won that battle and the sex of Lil' Lax is still a mystery. Just the way I like it...ok I like it less and less as time goes by, but it will be so worth it in the end.
Blowing the Dust Off
About a month ago, Eric and I stopped by my mom and dad's to say hello. While the men worked on some manly outdoor project, my mom decided to break out the box of old baby clothes and blankets she'd been waiting 29 years to give me. In one box held not only my awesome 1981 baby clothes, but also some handmade ones that my Grandma had made for my mom when she was a baby. As we went through the box I kept thinking how special it was that my mom had this stuff from her mom. Unfortunately, from being in storage in my Gram's basement, they probably aren't wearble, but it was still fun to see them and maybe bring them out again in 29 years.
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