Baby Dear: Week 17

"Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch."

-E. B. White

This week...

I felt the baby move for the first time. I only notice it if I pay close attention and most often when I'm reading in bed at night.

I went baby shopping with my friend and was educated on all the essentials. It's overwhelming!

My energy levels picked up and I deep cleaned and reorganized everything in the apartment.

David took me to a local cloth diaper store and we tried out the different options. I got daddy approval so I think we're going to give it a go! 

Pregnancy has really calmed me. Besides the periodic crazy-lady-moments I seem to have unending patience, an absence of fear and a go-with-the-flow attitude.

I knitted a handful of cotton washcloths and burp cloths.

I've started to stop and admire my changing body in the mirror. Surprisingly, I feel more attractive with the increasing weight, which is softening my angles and bones.  

 David started to acknowledge the baby by touching my stomach and talking to it. 

I started having trouble sleeping and wake up easily. This causes me to remember my dreams- having 3 or 4 a night. The majority of them revolve around me playing some kind of sport- soccer, volleyball, running in a race, etc. David jokingly says it means we're having a boy.

I keep going back and forth between finding out the gender and waiting to be surprised at the birth. David veto's waiting. He's most excited about coming up with a name so he can stop calling it 'it' or 'baby.'