Well, we've gone and done it now. The cat has officially been let out of the bag, and now the whole wide world knows that Babe-leo is on the way. We've recieved nothing but love (or at least almost nothing but love) from our friends and family, and we're super grateful for having such a great community of folks wishing us well.
I don't have much news to share this week. People ask me how I'm feeling, and I respond "lumpy" as that is primarily the biggest difference between my current and former state. The bump seems to get bigger and firmer every day. Sometimes I wake up and I could swear that it grew overnight. It's a little hard to get used to, especially when my brain is still so resistant to comprehending the whole "I'm having a baby" thing. In fact, I keep forgetting, and just thinking "boy I'm fat!".
If thick-headedness runs in the family this kid will never have to worry about sharp corners or bike helmets. I'm pretty sure mine is made of concrete. Why can't I get comfortable? Why doesn't this shirt fit anymore? Hey, where did my waist go?
Oh yeah. Duh.
I'm pretty sure I can feel Babe-leo moving now and then. It doesn't happen every day, but every once in a while there it is, a whirly, swirly, bubble-filled flurry of movement in very particular place. "Hey stupid.", it seems to say, "I'm cooooooooooming."