A place to call his own

I could sit in this room all day, every day. I still find it hard to believe we have a nursery in our home.

Does having a kid mean you get to be a kid again?

While standing in the check out line at Borders last night, I glanced down and saw a copy of "The Berenstain Bears and the Messy Room". Without hesitation, I grabbed the book and handed it to the cashier. After reading the book to Michael when we got home, I started thinking about all of the things I loved as a kid and wondered if kids these days were still as obsessed with them as I was.

Do kids still play with Care Bears? Transformers? Skip-its? What about playdoh? Flashlight tag? Candyland? Will Poppy get to enjoy He-man? Will he count down the days until Charlie Brown's Halloween is on ABC? Do these things still exist? Or will I be introduced to all new "kid-friendly" toys & shows?

Either way, I'm super excited to be a kid again with my son. There is nothing better than gathering your pillow, stuffed animals and blanket to grab a seat on the couch for Saturday morning cartoons, dumping four heaping spoonfuls of Nestle Chocolate Milk mix into a glass of milk and eating Eggo's with mounds of butter and syrup without a care in the world.

The Braxton Hick

Let me take you back a few days, 7 to be exact. I was walking through the parking lot at Target (surprise, surprise) when all of the sudden I felt the little man move into a position where I believed his head was about to bust through my left side. If I had been in the comfort of my own home, I would have lifted my shirt to make sure my stomach hadn't split open. I gently touched his (what I believed to be) head and gave it a rub.... I immediately called Michael to share in this new "movement". It really felt like my little man was screaming inside saying, "I'm done being in here! I'm ready to play!"

Later that evening, I felt it again but this time on the right. I quickly called for Michael to come and feel what I believed to be his butt....

Oh, how naive I am. My little 28 week old, size of a Chinese cabbage son is already outsmarting his "I've read every book and know everything about pregnancy" Mommy. I continued to feel this "feeling" throughout my 27th week - except there was no rhyme or reason to what body part was trying to escape. I'd feel it on my my upper left, then upper right, then back to the upper left, then dead in the center. What the HECK is he doing in there?!

I have obviously read about Braxton Hicks, but thought - it's too early for them. I still have 12 weeks to go. But after consulting with my cube neighbor at work (Thanks, Brandi!) who just had a baby girl last October, she confirmed that what I have been feeling is not his head or foot or butt trying to burst out of the womb, it's Braxton Hicks.

The combination of these Braxton Hicks, the feeling that Spring may be springing in the DC area & the fact that his furniture is 5 miles away at Great Beginnings ready to be delivered is making this all seem that much more real. If he decides to be a Memorial Day baby, I'm going to be a mother in 12 weeks from today. And I cannot wait.

Smitten

Already so in love with his sweet little face....even though he's shy and likes to cover half of it up with his arm.....