Buster is Such a Baby

Last night I distinctly felt Buster move in my belly when I settled in bed. !! So odd and wonderful.

I told E, who immediately jumped up, put his hand on my stomach and asked, hopefully, "Can I feel it, too?" Then he tilted his head like he was trying to hear our baby swimming laps through the womb water.

"No, Buster's too small still," I let him down gently.

He thought for a second. Then, as he flopped onto his other side with his back facing me, he declared, "You never share Buster with me."

E knows how to make me smile.

And it's true. So far, all physical symptoms related to this growing baby are mine alone to experience. For a brief moment in time, I get to be the only one whose every waking moment is shared with Buster. I'm learning to be patient and appreciate these days when our wiggly bean lizard proves to me personally that s/he's a baby.

And judging from the amount of jumping and flopping apparently going on en utero, Buster is such a friggin' baby.

You Ain't Got No Alibi

Proof that I am in actuality not That Mom:

I can willingly acknowledge that in our latest ultrasound pictures, Buster looks like a monkey lizard.

Face shot!


Amazing, yes. Incredible, yes. Adorable, no.

When our baby is the cutest creature in the universe, I will be the first to admit it. Until that day, I will love Buster with the ferocity of a monkey lizard mother.


Update - E says it's hard to tell what's what on the photo, so maybe this will help:

And by help I mean not help Buster's self-esteem right now.

Thankful for Symptoms Nobody Has

In an effort to think positively, I'm considering some of the horrible symptoms of pregnancy that don't exist.

1. Instead of just feeling and seeing babies move in utero, what if you could hear them? So you're sitting there in church while everbody's contemplating communion in silence, and suddenly your uterus starts growling. Except, because it's bigger than your stomach it sounds like Louis Armstrong.

2. Pregnancy could make your ears hairy, but it doesn't.

That's as far as I've gotten on my list, but it gets me through my toilet-hugging day. Feel free to add more for me to hold onto.

A Play in Three Acts

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Wife #1: My husband could tell you were pregnant before you announced it. He saw you singing on stage and said, "She's pregnant. I can tell because her face is glowing."

Me: That's cool.

Husband #1: I could tell because your boobs are bigger.

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Wife #2: My husband could tell you were pregnant weeks ago. He said it was because you were smiling so much.

Me: Nice!

Husband #2: It was because your face is fatter.

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Wife #3: My husba-

Me: Bug off.