Preparation for Fatherhood

Look who fell asleep this afternoon on Uncle Phil's lap!

This is momentous. Matthew has been a little bit scared of Phil ever since he came home one day using these huge metal things....crutches. Ever since then Matthew seems to get a little scared when Uncle Phil comes around. Whenever he sees me head back downstairs to our apartment Matthew always says "see phil?" then he'll follow me down the stairs halfway and then turn around and run back upstairs crying for Mom or Dad. I think it's a little game he likes to play with himself...but every time there seem to be real tears. He's such a funny little man. 

This afternoon he made the whole trip down to our apartment and stopped by for a little visit. He sat on uncle Phil's lap and after about 5 minutes was snoozing away!! Hopefully this means he will no longer cry at the sight of Uncle Phil. 

Oh and for the record, Matthew is probably overly tired because he's now sleeping in a big boy bed...

That's Our Boy

I've imagined what it would be like to be pregnant all my life. I believe I glorified what it would be like. I imagined it would be a euphoric experience between me and the baby filled with smiles and new discoveries along the way...all rainbows and butterflies.

It is not all rainbows and butterflies. I cry rather easily. Pretty much anything makes me cry...happy things, sad things, things in between. I have heartburn nearly everyday after eating nearly anything. I can't sleep at night because (1) I'm peeing every couple of hours or (2) I can't seem to get comfortable because I'm used to sleeping on my stomach. And 1+2 = a rather sleepless night. And as much as I love shopping, shopping for maternity clothes is just plain frustrating and often demoralizing. (Am I really going to get THAT big? I'm only 6 months along, this should fit me right?) My body aches in places it never has before and there seems to be no relief. Standing for more than a few minutes seems to be nearly impossible because my feet start throbbing. Breathing through my nose is becoming increasingly difficult. And there are loads of other complaints I have that aren't appropriate to share over the blogosphere.

But all the frustration and annoyances melt away when I'm laying in my bed late at night, or sitting in traffic, or sitting at my desk at work and I feel him. I feel him inside me moving, kicking, or jumping on mommy's bladder. That's our boy! A smile creeps up on my face and I think about this little life that has entered our family. This little life that Phillip and I created together. It's mind blowing to realize that WE DID THIS. But you know what makes this ten times more special? Having Phillip finally feel our little boy too. Putting his hand on my stomach and feeling those little movements going on in my belly and seeing the look on his face. Yes, that's him! That's our boy.