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.