Hit me with your best shot

Well, since I suddenly have a little more time on my hands, I thought it was about time to start blogging. What better way to start a blog than to talk about this little baby that's coming in just a couple of months! As of last week, he weighed 2lbs 12 oz and is one of the most active babies the ultrasound tech had ever seen. You would think he would behave when we are out in public, but no, he decides to act up and kick me like crazy while under the scrutiny of the tech. Is this a case of parental abuse or was he just listening to "Hit me with Your Best Shot?" In all honesty, I really don't mind it. I may change my mind in about a month, but for right now, the kicks and prods are reassurance that the little fellow is doing okay.....he's just have a womb party and no one can tell him to sit still and hush up. I don't blame him.

So in the past few weeks this whole baby thing has become more and more real. For a while it was hard to believe there was a baby in there. I didn't feel that different, and I certainly couldn't visibly tell that there was a person inside me. All has changed, and now I most assuredly know that there is a little boy growing inside of me, and I know that Jeff and I are going to be responsible for him. The pressure is on. Sometimes I feel so ready for him to be here. I mostly feel that way on the days when I'm afraid that the "Bend and Snap" will become the "Bend and Splat" and I will fall flat on my face trying to pick up the endless number of items I seem to drop on the floor. Being a klutz is especially irking when you're pregnant. Those messes you make aren't so easily fixed when you've got a big belly in your way! I've had some near fall experiences, but thankfully no Bend and Splats yet. Let's hope it stays that way. There are other days when I wonder how I am ever possibly going to be ready to be a mom. I've got to get the nursery ready, I've got to decide what to put in my bag to take to the hospital, I've got to pick out a going home outfit for the baby, and I've got to read a number of parenting books to know what I'm doing when he gets here. I've been reading my pregnancy books, but what about after pregnancy? I guess I'm not going to be pregnant forever! They say its natural, and you just know how to be a mom. Maybe that's true, but I sure am glad my mom will be here to help me out. I'm also thankful that I've got some time left to try to prepare myself for the arrival of this little one. 81 days and counting. By the way, and in case you haven't seen the message the million times it has crawled across your TV in the past year, you only have 78 days to make use of your bunny ears. Get ready. TV is going Digital in 78 days and our little boy is going to be here in just 81.