Little Man

I realized today for the first time that I was that girl…. The preggo who’s shirt was ventilating through the bottom. Yes, my belly has gotten that big.  Yes it’s happened quickly and to that I say Tis the Season! Every nibble of that cookie dough was worth it and the little man inside is going to be jolly and plump if he survives the possible salmonella poisoning.  He’s worth every pound gained, every new little ache and all of the normal clothes that no longer fit.  Yes, I will be putting those ventilating shirts away until next winter because that has got to be one of my biggest pet peeves.  My maternity clothes just seem less than exciting this round.  Humm, do I sense a good reason to borrow Mikes clothes?  Shhh… don’t tell him.

Tonight marks a first.  Big brother Christopher got to feel Little Man kick.  Aiden is my man of patience yet didn’t want to keep his hand still long enough on my belly.  Chris sat patiently and seems quite interested in the baby. After feeling the  real kick, he then proceed to make his hand jump insisting that it was the baby.  There was plenty of room to go ‘round but big man A wasn’t into it. Maybe next time…..

I do however love how the boys think that my belly button is a megaphone into my belly and therefore the best means of communication with the little guy.  Makes perfect sense.  That must be how we get the baby out too, right?  Oh the innocence.  Can life always be this simple?