This week has been pretty uneventful, which I’m thankful for after last week. I still haven’t made a decision regarding work stuffs, but our replacement rent check did finally make it to the property management company.
Baby has been kicking and punching his or her little legs and arms all over this week. There have been some uncomfortable jabs to internal bits, but so far I don’t think the regular tummy kicks can be felt from the outside. I had Daniel try to feel some last weekend but it didn’t work. Anytime I think, “Oh! Maybe this one!” Baby either quits kicking before I can say anything or else Daniel is nowhere to be found. Sneaky!
This round ligament pain is getting tiresome. I can only imagine it will get worse from here on out so I am trying to not get bummed out by it, but when it hurts like the dickens to roll over at night or to put on pants or socks in the morning or to get up off the couch or to walk or to stretch or ANY NUMBER OF OTHER THINGS PEOPLE NORMALLY DO IN THE COURSE OF A DAY… well… it is hard. Is this because I sit all day at work? Because I walk a lot? It’s less of the sudden, zingy, cramp-type pains (though I get those too, especially if I turn funny) and more just general achiness of those ligaments.
I am still vaguely uncomfortable with the idea of talking to my belly, even though I know it’s supposed to be good for Baby. I told my cousin it’s like trying to have a conversation with your liver. Should I be reading my tummy bedtime stories? Would that make it more awkward or less awkward? It just kind of gives me that feeling when you realize that, despite being home alone, you have just laughed out loud at something you read on the internet. Like, yes hello, I do enjoy talking to myself like a crazyperson. Any tips for making this feel less forced?
Our big ultrasound is on Monday morning! Any guesses if Baby is a boy or a girl? I’m not hoping for one or the other, but I think it’s a boy, mostly just because I have a “feeling,” but also because I can’t think of any good boy names and I can think of a lot of girl names. Anytime I slip up and say “he” instead of “it” or “he or she” Daniel says, “…but you don’t knooooowwww!” which is true. I don’t think he has a feeling either way.