I read and hear stories of pregnant women "nesting." You know, organizing and thoroughly cleaning everything in eager anticipation of the homecoming for the little bundle of joy that will soon be joining the family. Well, we're not quite there yet.
We're busy with a couple of long overdue home remodeling projects. New flooring and new sliding glass doors are in store for our humble home. And, once these projects are finished it's going to feel like a new home.
It was easy choosing flooring and glass doors. Have you seen all the choices in cribs, changing tables and other nursery furniture? It's mind numbing. And, the expense of the styles we like...body numbing. I like to think of our current remodeling projects as a welcome distraction to nesting. But, as soon as the projects are complete then it's back to determining the pros and cons of a convertible crib. A. hears the word convertible and instantly starts shopping for cars on-line. Ah, the innocence.
For a few months now, the number eleven has been a constant in my life. More often than not, when I look at the time it's 11 minutes past the hour...any hour. That's the most consistent occurrence. But other things like starting a new book only to realize when I picked it up again, I had left off on page 11 (sure, I didn't get too far into the book...I was tired).
I actually started to write this post the other day when the baby widget showed I had 111 days left until giving birth. Then I got distracted (pregnancy quickly affects the mind) and soon decided to call it a night and go to bed.
Just yesterday, on the 11th, A. felt our little unborn child kick for the first time. This is very exciting news! Now, he has felt proof that the little guy is moving around. And, did you catch that this momentous milestone happened on the 11th?
These are just a few examples, but trust me the number 11 presents itself to me daily. And, often multiple times a day. I have no idea what this could mean, but now we're considering it as a first name. That's right. It works for rapper 50 Cent. So, why not us? We may just call him 11 Cuervo.
Yes, A. and I are expecting our first baby! I'm due at the end of September, and we're very excited. I've been feeling pretty well for most of my pregnancy (keeping my fingers crossed for the remaining months). I just started wearing a mix of maternity clothes with my "regular" clothes. For a girl that struggles with her weight, buying larger clothes (even if they are to celebrate a wonderful pregnancy) is a bit depressing (sigh).
So, what's up with the strange comments people make when you tell them you're pregnant?
"Was this planned, or...?"First, what compelled you to ask this personal question? Second, I'm 35 years old and married. Of course, it was planned. And third, if it wasn't planned, what business is it of yours?
"You're not going to find out what it is are you?"Um, I just told you we're having a boy. You've already stopped listening to my exciting pregnancy news?!