33 Weeks and Counting
The baby in the "Polka counter" is gonna cover up the momma bird REAL soon! I can hardly believe that we only have 7 more weeks until our due date. That is crazy unbelievable! It feels just like yesterday I posted that counter when we were only 12 weeks along in this new journey of ours. For those of you who want to participate in the bloggy giveaway where you guess Polka's due date and time (i.e. January 4th at 12:53 p.m.), you can read this for more info and then leave a comment there before 10 p.m. TONIGHT. After 10 p.m. (CST), comments will be closed and then you'll be oh, so sad to realize you missed out on such a fun opportunity!
It's been a delight to read your guesses...and so many people are guessing that Polka is a baby girl <grin>. We already have our baby girl name picked out. As for a baby boy name, we have to start from scratch because it kinda got taken, and in this particular case, it really wouldn't work to have a duplicate name. When I found out it was taken, albeit unintentionally, I still burst into tears on the spot. So, maybe I should open comments up to receive any baby boy name suggestions my Internet peeps have to offer. Now that would be fun. And we could use all the help we could get at this point! Bring it on.
Some fun preggo things to note:
- This baby is takin' off with growth spurts...I'm huge! And it's harder to get up and move around gracefully. I feel the weight of this sucker on my belly and we still have 7 more weeks...with at least 4 more pounds of weight for Polka to gain. Holy cow!
- By the time hubby got home last night, I'd had 7 windows in our house open for a number of hours, despite how the temperature dropped drastically down to the 40s or 50s. I was oblivious to the cold; the fresh, cool breezes sweeping through our home felt wonderfully refreshing. As hubby walked in, however, he said, "It's freezing in here! You have all the windows open?!" Coming from the guy who is a walking heater, who sweats at the faintest increase of his heart beat, his comment was unfathomable to me. I am usually the polar opposite: a walking freezer who needs the heater who was made perfectly just for her. Haven't needed the heater in months. "It was a classic reenactment of Father of the Bride II", so said the heater bundled up in his coat. We closed the windows before he declared it would be a necessity for him to put a second layer on with gloves.
- All my life I've had fairly vivid dreams. Since being pregnant, the vividness and emotion of my dreams has exponentially increased! Take for instance two of my dreams last night. They ranged anywhere from me being off the wall angry and irritated over stupid things, like Matt not running in the morning like he said he would, (this was actually scary to me because I was really mad and throwing things) to crying in joy having dreamed that Amanda named her little girl "Meghan". Ha, ha, ha! I think I'm ready to not have such highly colored dreams.
- Hubby is quite enthralled with my belly...cause it's gotten super big for one thing. But seriously, nearly every time he touches it, he comments on how surprised he is that it's so firm and tight. I guess he pictured a pregnant belly looking and feeling more like Santa Claus' bowl full of jelly!
Happy Friday, Internet peeps! Don't forget to leave your guesses for the bloggy giveaway and again, bring on those baby boy name suggestions! <grin>
