This week I will celebrate my first Mother's Day as an expectant mother. First I want to know: Does that really count? I haven't gone through the rites of passage (labor) yet, but in a mere 8 weeks I will. I can't believe one, there are only 4 weeks of school left and two, I only have 8 weeks (give or take a few weeks) until our son will be here. That sound so strange, OUR SON! I can't begin to express how excited I feel on the inside. I have bottled up most of my excitement for many months because I was afraid that something would happen. I was afraid that this miracle was too good to be true and it would be taken from me. Now, even if I go into early labor, he has a 90% chance of survival at this point. I feel safer letting myself get excited about it all.
I sense more personality in his kicks. He is a gentle boy for the most part, except when he props his feet up on my ribs and leaves them there all afternoon. He gets his stubbornness from his momma. : ) I am so very thankful that for the most part he sleeps well at night. At the baby classes they say that his sleep patterns in the womb tend to continue after they are born. That is encouraging. Maybe he will be like my sister's 2 children that always sleep well at night.
I feel old! Today at work we were trying to figure out a student's behavior difference towards me versus another teacher. We decided that I am older and that was the difference in the student's mind. Ugh!
Speaking of students, the girls in my class are fascinated with Levi. Some of them touched my belly at one point to try and feel him move. He has been more responsive to touch lately. Well, he danced a jig for them! They squealed with excitement. Fun times!
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