Dance

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

whomp bang

He's getting stronger by the day, sometimes I think by the minute. By Thanksgiving I think family and friends will be able to feel him on the outside. He seems to find my lower belly the funest part of things. It's no longer a little flutter it's an all out whomp stomp now.

I'm eating like a starving person. Tonight at dinner I wiped out my plate and even though I felt gorged on food I felt like I could continue eating. I really hope my better sense continues to find me or I'll look like Violet in Willy Wonka soon.

Oh the things my husband says.

On the way home from our ultrasound showing the little wing dang doodle Husband and I talked about having a boy. I asked him if would have been as happy if he'd found out it was a girl as he was when he found out he was a He. His response?

"Well it's sorta like really wanting an Xbox 360. I mean you really want it but you find out you're getting a Playstation 3 instead. I mean, well, it's still really cool and you can do neat stuff with it so you're still happy."

I wait for a few moments then ask him "So, you're comparing our son to an Xbox 360?"

"I can't talk about anything with you!"

Oh the burn.

First, dear friends of myself and darling husband became parents yesterday to a baby boy. He's just a doll and I couldn't be happier for them if I tried. Good thing I don't have to try. Congrats you two!

Now for me. The heartburn has started. Yep, I wake up and the aching pain is there, hmmm Tums. You know their Smoothie ones are pretty damn good. Not as chalky as I've had in the past. Still the burn is there if my tummy is empty or I've been lying down. It's probably one of the most annoying things ever. Even more annoying that the 24/7 peeing really.

I was so hoping to avoid this unpleasant part of baby hatching but alas it was not to be. I should have known given I've gotten damn near every other pregnancy yucky that could come down the pike.

And the ultrasound says...

The baby is very healthy, and squirmy. We got a wonderful shot of the heart and all 4 chambers beating beautifully. And we know we are having a baby boy.

Halfway home

Today I am 20 weeks pregnant. This means I am halfway baked, or rather PtB is halfway baked. Her bones are getting harder, she wants to suck her thumb and her eyebrows and eye lashes are growing in. It's hard to think that I'm halfway through this journey now it seems like just yesterday I was finding out there was life in me.

Soon we will go and register for baby items, pick out little sleepers, hats and socks. We'll start purchasing our crib, pack n play and carseat/stroller. We already have a small amount of clothes all folded in the dresser waiting to be washed in Dreft for PtB's arrival. I've already been told I need to get a coming home outfit.

Tuesday is my next doctor's appointment and we'll probably know if we are having a boy or a girl by the end of the week. Though at the first U/S I saw nothing that would be a boy, meaning I saw no penis. I looked. And she was on her back sex area clearly visible. So I think it's a girl. But of course the tech would not say so we'll go back and hope we get a clear shot.

Then the week before Thanksgiving will be my last monthly visit. Starting in December I'll go 2 times a month until mid January when I'll start going once a week. It's all going so damn fast. Perhaps it's also because of the holidays that it feels like that. Halloween moves to Thanksgiving moves to Christmas moves to New Year's Eve and onto a friend's wedding. Then last we have Valentine's day. There hardly seems enough time to smash those all in as well as prepare for a baby.

Cranky

I am a cranky pregnant women. I try very hard not to be but I must face facts I am.