The Belly 2: 15 weeks 2 days

The Belly: 15 weeks 2 days

Mommy's view.

Mommy + belly

Mommy's world with baby pumpkin

This has been an amazing experience so far. Though there have been times when I've totally freaked out for no valid reason--am I suppose to be eating this, am I sleeping too much on my left side, or is my belly too big???

I'm so happy that our baby is growing healthy and strong inside "mommy's" belly :).

Over the past week, I've definitely become a lot more comfortable with baby and allowing him/her to do his/her thing. I realized that aside from eating healthy and taking good care of myself, there's nothing else that I have control of. It's all God's work.

We're now in week sixteen (YAY!), and I'm very sure I have felt baby moving a time or two. He/she seems to like when I drink OJ. Daddy Pumpkin has been great with talking to baby pumpkin every night when he gets home from work. We all get a good laugh, especially over my moodiness and extreme sensitivity.

I've been watching way too much TV with Pumpkin working extra late these days, and I suspect I'm having a bad influence on baby pumpkin. So I've designated a time to read to baby. So far, I've just been reading articles aloud on it's development, and random children stories online. I think this weekend we'll go out and buy a few children's book.

Pumpkin, aside from showing what a great dad he will be, has been the most helpful and caring daddy to be in whole world. He senses my discomforts at nights and insist (yes, I said insist) on rubbing my back, as I beg him to go back to sleep because he needs his rest.

Last weekend I told most of my family and friends the "BIG NEWS", and everyone is very excited! Like us, they can't wait to meet baby pumpkin.

My challenges this week. One: putting on some more pounds (apparently I should gain 12 lbs by the end of this trimester...it took me 10 yrs to do that). And two: stop counting down every single hour...it won't make it any shorter.

WTF # 1: It's happening.

Daddy Symptoms. I've read about it. Heard about it. Even found it a tad interesting. But hell, I didn't want to have to go through it. I've got serious backache, fatigue and needless to say, I'm right next to Muff when she makes her late night trips to the bathroom. I might even be a bit emotional. It's crazy. Or am I crazy?

Of all the symptoms, my backache is the worst. I thought I had strained or pulled something, but the more I read, the more I'm tying it all together. Pregnancy is crazy. And I'm not even the one carrying the baby.

What week is it again?

Apparently, we're in week 14. I defer to Muff on dates and precise timelines. I suck at that. Women tend to be much better at it. Yes -it's a stereotype, but my wife sure does live up to it. She has a particular knack for feeling (without looking at a calendar) a person's birthday, a couple's anniversary or someone's due date. She even has a particular knack for remembering that very stupid thing I said two years, four months, three days, twelve hours and 36 seconds ago. That's the memory you want. She just knows when and I don't ask how. Hopefully baby pumpkin will have Mom's memory and not Dad's. It tends to be useful.

Hello world: Jan 26, 2009

Over 10 years ago I met Muff. She was a firecracker. The first time I met her she ripped my best friend a new one. I sorta knew then that she had something I liked. Friendship became courtship. Courtship became marriage. We've traveled. We've lived a little. And now we start on a new journey together. It's hard to describe the emotions you feel when a child enters the picture. Especially at the time that it did. It's been a hard few months for me, but this has helped to lift me to a better place. It forces me to think forward. It makes me want to be better. I know it sounds all mushy and stuff, but even when it's this early, you can't help but feel responsible. Responsible for that little pea. That little speck of life on a monitor. Say hello everyone. Baby pumpkin swam when we first saw it. Or trampolined. Whatever it did it was pretty active. And it made us happy beyond belief.

It all started...

...here or sometime around here. The pictures don't do us much justice (muff would say it does us quite the opposite). Looking back it's easy to say we were either too little of this or too much of that. But we all have those childhood pictures hidden somewhere in a closet. And we know they probably won't see the light of day unless God himself broke down the door . Needless to say, we were an item. Or so I wanted to think. I was desperate to catch her attention and she was content with keeping me at bay. It worked out in my favor. Persistence does pay off. Several years of friendship was a good place to start. I recommend it to anyone.