Al Bundy

This baby is turning me into Al Bundy-all I wanna do is stick my hands down my pants.

Ok, I know that sounds crude but it's true.  If I could stop time and just keep my hand on my bump waiting for the baby to to move I would.

My sister warned me that this was not acceptable behavior for outside the comfort of my home as she sat with me on the couch watching a  movie-the entire time I kept my hand firmly placed on my belly under my cozy yoga pants waiting and waiting...

It seems this baby likes to move while I'm at work where obviously I cannot sit around all day with my hands down my pants!  By the time I feel the movement and quickly put my hands on my belly the little bugger has already called out "freeze" just to torture me. Plus it's just not the same feeling over clothes.

Who would've thought I'd have so much in common with Al Bundy.

Reflection

I can't believe I've had this little person inside me for SIX MONTHS now.. I'm already past the halfway mark and the other night after stopping by one of the big box baby stores and walking towards the subway station it hit me...we're getting closer to the finish line.

This short window of having my baby grow inside me will be over soon.  Have I really cherished it-really appreciated it?

The past six months have been flat out crazy. For the first six months of the year I couldn't find work in my field at all and only had my stay at home job. Next thing you know I suddenly found myself with TWO jobs and a baby on the way. and I just feel like this merry-go round called life is going too fast and I just want it to SLOW THE HECK DOWN.

Where before I had all the time in the world to read every blog and article out there that my little heart desired...life has clearly changed. Time is something that I don't have that much of.

Panic sometimes overcomes me am I ready, am I prepared? I can barely keep up with my What to Expect When You're Expecting book and there's like a zillion other books out there and all the other moms have read them and I have NOT.

At five months I hung out with another mom-to-be that was only at three months. From our conversation it was clear this mom had her shiznit together. She had already researched various hospitals, birthing centers and registry items. Um...at three months I still wasn't sure I BELIEVED I was really having a baby. I admit I felt a bit inadequate or maybe a lot inadequate.  

My mother had us without reading every book in the world, without reading every review out there. And we came out just fine, right?  I just keep telling myself that.

Yes, I do probably need to get my act together and register this baby is coming after all and I will but I'm already regretting I haven't found the time to add things to this little blog of mine to record this amazing, precious and sometimes scary phase of my life...so with three months to go..GULP technically less than three months to go this is me trying to stop and smell the roses.