Three Weeks and Counting

Day two of my life as a blogger and I think i already broke the blogging program. I know just enough about technology to make me dangerous.

I am still recovering from the shock to my system that was Friday night's Childbirth Prep class. Last night I was thinking about the fact that these are my last few weeks with little Squirmy wriggling around inside my belly, and as annoying and painful and tiring as pregnancy is (people ask me how my pregnancy has been and I always say "Well, all things considered its better not being pregnant.") it does make for very convenient childcare. The baby is always nice and quiet. I don't have to feed him or bathe him. He rarely keeps me up at night, unless he's being especially squirmy. And all of that is about to become a lot harder.

That, and there is something unbelievably cool about having an actual living, breathing (well, technically not breathing, but he is oxygen-processing) person exisiting inside you. I like to imagine that I can sense his moods, and he seems to express certain preferences, like for the right side of my uterus (for some reason much cozier to him than the left) and good quality chocolate, which makes him shake what I think is his tushie. I feel like I know him already, more than I have ever known anyone, and it seems impossible that one day when he's a teenager I might say something to him like, "Who are you?" or "No, you cannot get a tattoo."

Which is part of the advantage of having him live inside me, where he can stay quiet, clean, and always perfect.