More than a mango

I do love all the fruit comparisons the pregnancy websites give you as your baby grows. I cannot believe we have gone from an apple seed to a mango since March. I haven’t peeked ahead to see what the next fruit is, but last Wednesday I was 19 weeks pregnant which equals a mango.

Before you start feeling too bad for me, I am not writing twice in one day because I am terribly bored. Nope. Today is actually pretty exciting because it is Hammer’s birthday! And we are going out to celebrate tonight. I actually wrote my last blog over a week ago. I just had a few technical difficulties figuring out how to start a blog. Luckily, my little bro was only a phone call away to help. Vinny is so smart! I bet some of you doubters thought I would never get around to it, but here it is.

Now I can keep you updated on all the big happenings of my life. So here is the most important update: I felt my baby move! I have been waiting for this moment and over analyzing every gas bubble that comes my way for a long time. But on Thursday, July 8, I was sure what I felt was no gas bubble. It was a definite bump. I guess I missed all the “butterfly flutters” and “fish tails” that come before that. This was a kick or a head bump to my lower left side, right where my bowl of ice cream was sitting. Since Adam wanted to feel it too and our superior scientific brains deduced - cold makes the baby move - we spend the rest of the evening putting ice cream, ice water, and just plain ice on my stomach (I hope you don’t think I am cruel mom), but Adam was left hanging. He didn’t have to wait too long though. He got to feel a bump the next night.

Movement really makes pregnancy feel so much more real. For a while I kept wondering, “Am I still pregnant or just letting myself go?” It’s official. I am still pregnant. Some of my neighbors have even told me I’ve popped, which I believe is a good thing.

Last night little Ham must have known it was Adam’s birthday because right before midnight, the baby starting having a party in my uterus. I felt really strong bumps all over the place. Unfortunately, Adam was overnight at the hospital. I am hoping the little guy (or girl – but I keep having a feeling that it is a boy) will do it again tonight for Adam. It is his birthday after all. For now, I must part with you because my midafternoon snack of yellow rice and black beans is ready. It may be a boring craving, but I can’t tell you how much beans and rice has been hitting the spot for me since I have been pregnant.