Reflecting

So, everyone keeps telling me to "enjoy the next few weeks, because I will miss being pregnant", and I can't seem to understand what planet they are from? Probably about two months ago I finally became comfortable with admitting that I didn't love being pregnant. Normally, women express how much they love being pregnant, and sometimes become sad when it ends. Not this one! For so long I felt bad feeling like I wasn't one of those women, but then realized that a lot of people probably didn't go through, what I consider, a somewhat traumatizing experience. There were lots of periods of anxiety, that kind of took away from the excitement. I am ready for the prize at the end!  
There are 2 things that I did/do love about pregnancy:

1. Seeing the baby on the ultrasound makes me so happy! The process of a baby forming is simply amazing, and to actually see it develop through is incredible. Not to mention how fun it is when he/she is cute as ever.


2. PEDICURES. Thank you, Jesus for pedicures and me not being able to reach my toes :) Luke offered to give me a pedicure, but I politely declined. Take one look at his nail clipping skills, and you would politely decline, too. I just pray that I go into labor before this pedicure starts chipping. One of my biggest pet peeves is chipped nail polish, and I can't imagine looking at my toes chipping in labor. HAHA!


...and now you can hear the birds chirping, because I am out of things to list! It's OK, because I am actually proud of myself for not complaining more. L might beg to differ, especially these last few weeks, but I feel like I have handled A-L-L of it gracefully, or at least tried. I have a feeling that I will forget about all of the negatives as soon as I hold that little bundle :) 


By the way..with only 2 weeks until d-day, I should probably give you a quick update on Lil' Wayne's progress....
Monday he/she weighed in (via ultrasound) at 6lbs. We were pleased to hear that, as we know we have a peanut on our hands. 6lbs was in the 21st percentile, which is low, but the doctors don't seem concerned in the least bit. Heartbeat was 150bpm at both appointments. Baby looks healthy. They commented on how big the cheeks were, and that they could see hair on his/her head..ha! Everyone seems to call "it" a HIM, but then correct themselves...so, I'm not sure if they are slipping, or if they just say "him" because they don't want to use---"it", "he/she"....yadda, yadda. However, yesterday two nurses referred to Baby W as a "her". Oh, the confusion it has caused me! Either way, I am going to be thrilled. If it's a boy..my maternal instincts are spot on, AND Luke will have to clean the litter box for one more year. If it's a girl...I will be extra excited because she would be such as surprise. Not so excited that I would have to clean the litter box for a year, though (Luke and I's bet). We have yet to set Baby's two name choices in stone, because we feel like we need to see him/her first. We have a couple of choices for each, but are keeping them a little bit of a secret. I haven't fallen in love with a boy's name yet, which is a little stressful to me, but I think we'll come up with a good one when we see HIM. This week, I tried to convince Luke to love the name Charlie because of this video: (you have to watch it)...

It is SO cute. However, I would make everyone use a British accent when they used his name :)  Luke didn't go for it, because he was afraid people would refer to him as "Chuck"..HAHA! On to the next name....




If he is a boy..I am totally outnumbered 4 to 1..oh boy! 

How can you not love this cat? He is the cutest thing EVER!

Luke practices holding a baby with Tiki! (Except he weighs three times what our baby is going to weigh)..yikes!