I think we’re in a first/second trimester limbo. No one is full of energy or starving or happy as a lark (okay, no one actually said that bit about the lark). In fact, there’s a lot of droopy eyelids, restless nights and lackluster dinner enthusiasm. And that’s just me. No, I’m kidding. It’s both of us. We’re plumb tuckered out.
Some of it is emotional. Telling our 600 closest friends that Vegas is on his way resulted in a completely unexpected outpouring of good wishes. I had no idea people liked us that much. Or, at all. Of course, everyone likes a baby and we are more than happy to oblige. Here! Here’s our baby! Because…
That baby will not let her sleep. I know, it’s going to be his full time job as we get later in the pregnancy and once she delivers him. But for the love of pete, Vegas, let the woman get some shut eye. She says her stomach is gurgling. That it feels like the baby is scratching and pinching. Her insides are stretching. It’s waking her up at night and she lays there, wondering what he’s doing in there.
On the plus side, we’re not relying so much on the nausea to know things are happening in there. On the minus side, you leave your mother alone. CHILD, DON’T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE.