That's Interesting…

All related anatomic issues aside…today for the first time I pondered what it would be like if David was the one carrying the baby.

I love being pregnant. Yes, I have not been sick or really particularly impeded by my new tenant but it is more than that. I love having her to myself. I love talking to her. I love feeling her every move. I love watching my entire tummy shift when she goes globetrotting. I love that I dont miss anything she does.

I love being a girl.

David does spend a lot of time touching my tummy. He really is quite involved but I cannot help but think that if it was the other way around, I would be eaten by jealousy. I would walk around with my hands duct taped to his tummy. And when he went to work I would give him a recording of my voice to play to her.

Crazy. But, gosh, I love her so much.

Changing the subject…pregnancy clothes are tricky. That is especially problematic if you need to go to the bathroom urgently. Actually is there even a different mode than urgent…anyway…the deal is that Tshirts are long and go low, but pants with the giant elastic bands go way up, then garment tops go way down but bottoms go way up. It is like a freaking maze before I am able to strip down. Is this the modern version of a chastity belt??? But hasnt the ship sailed considering I am already pregnant? Hmmmm.

This morning I climbed back into bed twice to cuddle with David. I was really trying to be productive but apparently my needy side got the better of me. I always have this internal battle–I dont want to wake him up but I kinda do. I want him to get his sleep but I also want him to know that I am there and that he needs to reposition himself so I can lie in my spot. Of course, he does the same to me when he comes to bed late at night and arranges me but I sleep like a log and if he moved me all the way to Idaho I would not know it. I love being married.

Loves,

Sandy