Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Dear Baby,

Congratulations! You have officially discovered my rib cage... Your new favorite thing to do is put your feet on the right side of rib cage and your hands on the left side of my lower belly and then you stretch and push with all your might. You are so strong and I love it!
You move the most when you hear music (you really are my kid!). Last night your dad and I went to a local orchestra concert and you were going CRAZY the whole time. Steven could not believe how hard you were kicking and how much you were moving. As soon as the concert ended I'm sure you were pretty tuckered out and you stopped moving until I got in bed a little later.
You also wake up to the sound of Steven's alarm clock in the morning and even though I could sleep in an extra 30 minutes after Steven gets up you don't really let me. You just want to dance and I can't help but sit there for a while, with my hand on my stomach and I just feel you move. Such a great way to start the day.
You also LOVE church hymns. I love that you love hymns.  Every Sunday when we sing them it's like you get so excited to hear the hymns and you just can't contain yourself.
Last night your dad and I were talking about you and how it seems like you already have a personality... I know it sounds silly (since you aren't even born yet) but we like to believe it's true.
Yesterday I had another appointment. I now have a Dr.s Appointment every 2 weeks! That means it's starting to get close!!!
You did not get angry when this time when the Dr tried to hear your heart beat. You are getting so mature...
I found out that you are in the 57 percentile for your size, I have gained a total of 22 pounds since being pregnant, I do not have gestational diabetes, and I am still anemic... Over all it was a pretty good appointment. My Dr. even gave me a hug... It made me feel pretty good.
Alright baby, I should probably get going.
Love always! 

1 comment:

  1. Ugh, the rib-kicking stage is not my favorite. I used to commute 45 minutes to and from my job when I was preggo with Dylan, and I would steer with one hand and push his foot out of my ribs with the other.