It happened! I felt little Cookie move. The first time was on Sunday. Technically it was when we were leaving the cabin and I was scolding Dexter for something, who knows what. I was giving him the "I mean business" look and I felt that familiar flutter. Of course, it was easy to pass off as something else especially since I was in the midst of some stern parenting but on the way home I felt him/her again right where my seat belt was digging into my belly. Cookie must not have liked how tight it was. What a wonderful feeling. I know what it feels like of course as I have had two kids already but to feel it again after so long, oh divine. A real reminder that there is a miracle growing inside of me. A whole brand new person, a mix of Max and I with a personality to be discovered growing and physically proving s/he is in there. I can't get over it. I just love it.
I have felt Cookie several times since then. Not every day and not often but still, sometimes. That is enough for me. I know that soon I will start to feel the baby all the time and near the end it will actually get painful at times but for now it is enough. I remember at the end with Simon, it felt like he would take his heel and bump it along all the ribs he could reach like a xylophone. That hurt.
Other than that not too much new has happened. It seems like the tiredness is finally wearing off. I have stayed up until 10 several times this week. I know, crazy! I still need a little rest time in the afternoon when the kids go down for a nap but at least it's not so bad. Good timing too because in a week I have two more kids starting in daycare and I will need my energy!
Max and I have not gotten too far with our baby names. Well, we have the girls name nailed down but girls names are always easy. The boys name, well, not so easy. I have a deadline for us of 20 weeks. This sounds ridiculous I'm sure but Max is an excellent judge of how people react to things so he correctly identified the sex of both Dexter and Simon by just reading the signs the doctor gave us while performing our 20 week ultrasound. This might sound like a load of bologna to you but seriously, the kid is good. I have absolutely NO desire to even have an inkling of what this baby is so aside from barring Max from the appointment, I told him he is not allowed to share his opinion with anyone, will write his guess down on a piece of paper which I will put away until after Cookie is born (then I can see if he was right again) and we have to have the names picked out. I want no mind games going on thinking Max is just compromising on a name because he knows the baby is actually the opposite sex. Nope. So, we have 5 weeks. I have the appointment scheduled and that is our deadline. Hopefully we make it. So far, it isn't going well.
You guys should see how big my stomach gets after I eat dinner. Last night Max was chuckling at me and said, "You easily look like you could be 6 months pregnant right now". It's ridiculous! I like having a baby belly but this is making me feel like I will be so huge by the end that I will be stuck on the couch like a beached whale.
Now, I am no spring chicken. I have been through this twice now so I don't need to hear any "you think you are big now!" stories. I know I will get bigger. I know I will get huge. I know that my feet are going to swell and will fit into no shoes. This is concerning this time around since I am due in February. I was able to deal with flip flops for both my July baby and my October baby. I don't think flip flops will fly for a February baby.
FYI- My pictures lately have not been good... I realize this. I keep forgetting to see if there is a smudge mark on my lens and that's why the photos have been blurry. Either that or Max has really forgotten his photo skills I taught him :)
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