Ok- so I don't really have a clear topic to write about today, I've been so neglectful for the past few weeks that there's quite a lot to catch up on, please excuse me while I ramble...
So, if you're wondering, I am, in fact, alive. My nose is stuffy and making weird noises, but it's sufficiently bringing breath into my body (sometimes with the help of copious tissues and Vicks VapoRub), so we're all good.
Little Mister is doing really well, and becoming more and more active by the day. The most amazing thing happened last night: I was in bed and could feel him repeatedly kicking in one spot on my left side, so I put my hand there and pressed in for a few moments, and then he moved and I felt an actual limb. I'm not sure what it was, and I don't care, it affected me in a way I couldn't predict. It was the fetal equivalent of Shock and Awe. Our little laid back, relaxi-baby, simply had me at hello with that one little prod. It's nothing I expected to happen, like feeling movement for the first time, or seeing my belly move, and maybe that's why it caught me so off guard. We played like that for a few more minutes, me pressing in and him kicking back, and I can't describe the joy in feeling my child's flesh and bone for the first time. I know that sounds a little weird, but that's what it was.
Meanwhile while I'm gushing away Little Boy is probably thinking, "back up out my space!"
In other news, we've made tons of progress on the nursery since I last updated. We finished all of the painting and touch-ups, arranged the furniture, put new knobs on the dressers, so it's looking good. My parents and Nana were so generous and bought us our nursing armchair for Christmas, which I was so excited about. By the way, the things I got inordinately excited about this Christmas also included a Sophie The Giraffe and a set of Aden & Anais swaddling blankets, so just to put things into perspective here... But I think the chair, being an extremely generous and infintiely useful gift, was well deserving of the excitement bestowed upon it. We were able to pick it up last weekend and it totally makes the room. I'll post pictures once the whole nursery is put together, and we can have a big Trading Spaces type reveal.
All-in-all things are good here at Chez Jones. Changes are taking place awfully quickly, and the reality of this little boy is becoming more apparent by the day. My handsome, loving husband turns 27 tomorrow so we're looking forward to a fun-filled weekend with good friends and family. I'm sorry I've been so conspicuously absent. I will behave far better in the future.