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Saturday, May 7, 2011

This cupcake has been kicking up a storm for the past week; as soon as I sit down or lay down to relax, he/she lets me know they are there. Right now, I'm just laying on the couch and every 2-3 minutes, the cupcake gives me a little punch or kick. When I first felt these twitches about 2 weeks ago, I couldn't even believe it because it's still hard to believe I am pregnant, and felt I wasn't far enough along. But it was a feeling I have never felt before, and there was no mistaking it- over the next couple days, this cupcake made it very clear that he/she wanted to be felt. A lot. At times, I feel like I'm baking a dozen cupcakes, and right now, I have a fear that when we go for the ultrasound on May 19, the doctor isn't going to say "it's a boy" or "it's a girl", instead, we are going to hear "Oh, well, looks like it's twins, triplets, decaplets (look it up), etc". It's a small chance, but hey, with my luck it's bound to happen.
With tomorrow being Mother's Day, and many people wishing me a happy Mother's Day already, all I can think about is, at this time next year, we will have a baby. On Jake's birthday next year, we will have a baby. I was trying to figure out what to be for Halloween, and it suddenly it hit me- we are going to have baby then! Crazy...but at the same time, as much as I feel we are unprepared, I think we will be able to handle it. Not that we really have a choice not to handle it. But with the way Jake has been with this whole thing, I know we will be ok.
One thing that has fascinated me about being pregnant is how stereotypical it really is- peeing and eating all the time, the growing body (8lbs so far!). And the burping- I can't even believe some of the ones I have been able to let go. And I can't control it. Nola (the girl who gave this baby it's nickname- cupcake) was bouncing in my lap, and whoops- I burped, right in her freakin' face. She started laughing and asked "Is that the baby farting??!" And we both ended up laying on the floor laughing so hard we were crying...never woulda thought of it that way, and only a 4 year old could make that connection...

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