The second child always seems to get the shaft. To be honest I couldn't even tell me where the 8 week sono picture is and I never even emailed it to anyone.
This pregnancy has flown by so far. I have a feeling that for the summer chasing a three year old who refuses to nap and wearing a bathing suit while wearing skin for two might not move as quickly. Don't get me wrong I have noticed. Every time I puked, didn't get a much longed for afternoon nap ( most days) and couldn't button my pants I was reminded of this baby. The incessant kicking lately is also insisting that it's presence be made known.....what I mean is a sever lack of planning and thinking about all things pastel and powdery. Yes I still check the sites weekly to see how she has grown. I occasionally worry that she is ok. I have tried not to lift things that are too heavy......except of course for Owen and have decided it is ok to quit the gym. What I hadn't done is settle on a name ( well at least for a boy, thankfully we won't be needing one), pick out bedding, think about what I need, paint colors, clean, or generally spend much time obsessing over baby furniture and paraphernalia.
Yesterday was my 5 month appointment and after much deliberation the sonogropher ( after 3 different trips in and out of her office) announced that it was a girl. Owen immediately plopped himself onto the floor and and cired that he did not want a baby sister. We left with sonogram pictures and me slightly kicked into gear.
This is no longer a little alien fetus that I can put off and plan for later, but a baby girl. Tess Harper. She will need bedding and a painted room and non-blue onsies ( notice I didn't say pink). I texted my little heart out and emailed out a few pics. She has a name and a gender and I think I just might start obsessing. I wandered down the baby aisles at Target. For the first time, other than shopping for presents I lingered on the pink side.
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