So, this is how I imagine Little Bean in my belly (sans the over-permed hair and the bad outfit). I'm still amazed that I can already feel this baby move! I'm 15 weeks (just this Tuesday) and last night I felt him (or her) moving so strongly that it startled me. Those little one or two inch legs are pretty powerful. I actually was able to feel the kicks with my hand and see them a bit. If I hadn't made Pack check it out, I would have thought it was in my imagination, but he felt it too and it (of course) freaked him out. Something about there being a living, growing baby inside another person's body fascinates him and terrifies him all at the same time. It's pretty funny.
This is where my pregnancies become so real to me. I start daydreaming more and more about holding that sweet baby in my arms. I'm so excited. It will be another month before I find out what we're having, but I really haven't been thinking about that as much lately. I think most people assume that I'm dying for a girl (and I'd be lying if I said I don't drool over little newborn baby girl clothes), but like I've told some friends recently, "How could I not want another boy after the two sweet, cutie-pies that I've already got?" Seriously. These boys are my heart and as much as would like to think I'd be a great Mama to a little girl, I KNOW I was meant to bring up boys. What a messy/busy/active/loud JOY they are. I'm so thankful.
I'm also getting back into my pregnancy groove (thank you second trimester!). I've got more energy, the worst symptoms are practically gone, and I'm looking more and more like a pregnant lady. As much as my first trimester tried to convince me that this baby was going to be "it," I'm starting to dig being pregnant again. And if I completely ignore the scale (and the fact that Penn and Jude keep telling me that the baby feels "squishy"), I feel pretty awesome.
So here's to the remaining 25 (or so) weeks. I'm finally up for the challenge:)