Is that a bump?

Let me tell you about an instance that happened to me today. It will forever be the first of its kind for me and I always want to remember this. It was awkward, hilarious, and a little uncomfortable.

I was helping the teller line cover lunches and one of our members (who comes in everyday) came up to my window for me to help her. She is a sweet lady, but a little on the off side. She was talking to me about how she is incredibly emotional today and a whole bunch of other things (this too is normal for her). Well in the middle of her ramblings, she looks down at my belly and said, “You have a bump. Do you have a bump? Is that a bump?” I looked down and questioned back, “a bump?”  She then proceeded to mumble words most of them being bump. After that she kind of tried taking it back but obviously couldn’t resist. “Are you, you must be pregnant.”

“Umm, no!” I said. She didn’t react like most people do when they are blatantly wrong about someone just being a little heavier. She stared with a dazed look. I couldn't hold it in, I burst into laughter. I told her I was sorry but I couldn’t help but say no. I said it is a joke that I said I would play on the first person that asks (probably will keep playing the joke too). I would have kept laughing except she started to reach her hand across the counter towards my belly. ACROSS THE COUNTER!!! Hello! Have you every heard of a personal bubble? I’m a little more understanding when you are standing right by each other (well not really, but we will just say I am) but reaching across a counter to touch someone’s belly is a little odd. (Family has the only right to the belly touching, period! Just saying.)

She left after about another five minutes of her ramblings about something or other to deal with her daughter and math. As soon as she was gone I laughed and said well that has to be one of the oddest things she has done yet.

                                                            Until next time…

Was that? Yes it was!

Sunday morning I was awake at about 8:30ish. I was laying on my back and had my hand resting on my stomach when all of the sudden it was like someone one was inside of me and tapped (pretty lightly) on the palm of my hand with their knuckle. I immediately grabbed Shawn's hand (which was on top of mine) and put his on my stomach and waited. Within a couple of seconds he said, "it's the baby." I can't tell you how excited I was. Even though it was really faint and I question it a little, we felt the baby! I sat up with tears in my eyes and kind of shouted, "Shawn we just felt our baby! How cool is that?" I thought he would have been a little more excited seeing how he has been putting his hand on my stomach for weeks wanting to feel it. His excuse was that it was early in the morning. And that is very true, through the rest of the day he kept saying to me how cool it was and wanted to feel it again.

I definitely can't wait until it is more pronounced so that I don't question it all at, but the time will come. Then the time will come that it will get annoying and possibly hurt. But nonetheless, I still can't wait.

Until next time...

P.S. We find out in TWO DAYS whether it is a boy or girl!!!

Four months down....five more to go.

Four months into my pregnancy and I still sometimes don't look pregnant (pudgy but not pregnant). Hallelujah!!! People who know I am pregnant will tell me that I have a little bit of a 'baby bump' and that I am still tiny. So no real sign of a 'baby bump'. However, Shawn loves to put his hand on the so-called bump. He wants to feel the baby so bad and I have to keep reminding him that first I have to feel the baby. I have been feeling tiny butterflies and little subtle pokes and movements but nothing to make me say “Wow I felt the baby.” Right now it is a lot of “was that the baby or am I just imagining it?”

We heard the heart beat finally last week. Not as exciting as seeing the baby move on an ultrasound though. Everyone kept telling me it was better to hear it than to see it and to me it is opposite. When I saw the baby move, it made it seem more real to me. But when I heard the heart beat it more of an “oh that is cool” type of thing. Don’t get me wrong, it was enjoyable but I was secretly hoping that we wouldn’t hear it again so that we could do an ultrasound. (Only because the nurse said if we don’t hear it we will get to see it. She acted like it was somewhat common to still not hear the heart.) Our little baby’s heart was beating at 150 BPM. Which is making some people think it is a girl. But others are still VERY adamant that it is a boy. Among those would be Shawn, my brother in-law Jesse, and Shawn’s co-worker. Jesse told us he wasn’t guessing that it was a boy, he said, “I know it’s a boy.”

I’m hoping for a girl, mainly because they are so fun to dress up. I want a cute little Kali walking around. I am not boasting here, but I was a sweet little girl. My dad always said that just by looking at me you could get a toothache. He always wants to show Shawn this video of me when I was little. I was at a family party playing with my doll. I walked over and gently handed it to my sister. She not so gently set it on the ground. My face looked a little sad as I picked the doll back up and cuddled it. So that mixed with the fact that Shawn was one rambunctious little boy makes me want a girl. But who knows, I could get my sweet little girl trait in a boy and a rambunctious little Shawn trait in a girl. It could be opposite.

No matter what we find out in 15 days, I will be thrilled. If I get a little boy who will grow up to be a basketball star or a little girl who becomes a MODEST super model, I will be overjoyed and so will Shawn. He once said, “you know I want a little boy like every guy does, but I also wouldn’t mind a ‘daddy’s little girl’.”

So how am I doing through this pregnancy? Well, I have thrown up a totally of four times (three being every two weeks in the month of March). I burst into tears over nothing too many times to count (I cried during a speech by Meryl Streep at the Grammy's). I have spent hours after work lying on the couch. I have stopped making dinner because nothing sounds good after work, plus I don’t have the energy. My right hip seems to think this is already too much even though I’m not big at all. And at times I feel like I’m in over my head and other times feel like my life is going exactly as it is meant to and I can’t be happier. Yup, I sound like a pregnant lady.

In reality though, it hasn’t been that bad.