The Count Down Has Begun! 6...5...4...3...2...1

I have to say that after going back and rereading my first post has really made it hit home how quickly this time being pregnant has passed. I'm in my last 6 weeks of this adventure and before I know it our son will be in my arms. Free of his snug, warm and safe cocoon. Out in this crazy mixed up world. I have more thoughts on that...but I'll save them for another rant, I mean post.


The process of being pregnant has been an interesting one. It took me a few months to get used to the idea that I was really pregnant, it doesn't sink in right away. About the time that I started to feel the baby move and I began feeling like a human being again (albeit a human with a dancing alien growing inside me) I really started to feel connected to this child. The 12 and 20 week ultrasounds gave me a peek at my progeny and the last one revealed that it was a boy. The whole experience was like making eye contact with a stranger across a crowded room. You remember a split second of connection and the rest is fiction and imagination. Unless you get one of the 4-D ultrasounds, where your child looks like yellow play dough, you are left with this x-ray image of your child. It is not easy to tell if he/she has their father's nose or mother's eyes. Trust me, I understand that this is still way more information than my parents ever had about me before I was born. I am grateful that I got to take a quick look at least.

My last 16 weeks have been spent talking to, playing music for, and enjoying the incredible undulations of this rapidly growing human being. I have logged more hours contemplating my belly button (from inny to outty to flatty) then I ever did in my entire life. My pipa (what my husband affectionately called my round pre preg tummy) was something that I was always self conscious of. Now I cannot get enough of my expanding midsection. I poke, prod, caress, and rub it trying to guess what body part may be moving under my skin. Some days I think it is his round little tush that I'm feeling, but it could be his head. The other day I swore I felt a foot right between where my rib used to be.... though it might have been a hand or an elbow.

So, as the count down continues I will log more time on here and try to document some of the highlights of the past few months before they are completely wiped from my memory by pregnancy hormones and sleep deprivation. I will also post a few new pictures as "the belly that ate Manhattan" continues to expand to ginormous proportions.

Nighty night!