Wednesday, October 22, 2008
So it turns out, all of the kicks I've been feeling, are actually tiny fists and elbows. Baby is still breech (I thought for sure it had flipped). Which really doesn't matter, because we're having a repeat c-section anyways. But as I'm laying there on the table, with blue jelly goop spread all over my tummy, all I can think about is how it still hasn't settled in that I'm a mother at all. Eleanore distracted me from my hormonal nostalgia, and kept making me laugh. At one point she got jealous of baby brother or sister and started whining. Christopher said to her "don't be jealous...", and her reply was "I not jealous, I happy".
PS. Its a boy.