Wednesday, March 26, 2008

A Swift Kick In The Pants - Er, Stomach

I felt my little baby moving for the first time this last weekend. On Saturday I felt a kick and I was unsure if the kick was the baby or gas, but I thought it was the baby. On Sunday I felt the same thing and on Monday the little rascal decides to be an acrobat.

At my doctor's appointment last week on Wednesday, Dr. Wiley said that I should be able to start feeling the baby by the end of the month, and that Will should be able to feel kicks by the end of the next month. Welp, I don't know if any other woman will believe me because it's supposed to take longer for a mother to recognise the feel of the baby during a first pregnancy and it's supposed to be a while yet before kicks are strong enough for someone else to feel, but Will felt a kick yesterday. That's right, folks, I've got myself one strong kiddo whether you believe it or not.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Close Encounter of the 3rd Grade Kind

Since becoming pregnant, one of the things that has really bothered me the most has been my crazy heightened sense of smell. In the cafeteria where I work, I can't even go into our walk-in cooler to get food out, and even though my morning sickness has mostly subsided, it comes back in full-force when I smell the aromas of the kitchen.

For this reason, I have decided to quit my job, and my kind boss moved me to the checkout line instead of actually cooking food until my last day.

A third-grade boy noticed my absence from the behind-the-counter-scenes and asked me, "why haven't you been cooking the food as much?" I replied that "I'm having a baby, and sometimes it makes me feel a little sick." The third-grader got a solemn look on his face and tried to be sympathetic. "Oh," he said, "I know what that's like."

Another fun story that I adore, though it didn't happen to me:

"I was expecting my second child. One day, after a particularly unpleasant bout with morning sickness, my small boy asked, 'Mommy, is the baby in your tummy making you feel bad again?' I didn't feel inclined at the moment to have a conversation on the topic, so I replied with a simple, one-word answer: 'Yes.' Unfortunately, my son required more explanation when his next question came: 'Then Mommy, why did you eat it?'"