So, tonight we went to see some good friends who just had a baby (that I delivered, incidentally) about a week ago. Not irrelevant to the story is the fact that this sweet little baby is a boy. We took them supper so Jay could meet him. I was a little afraid that the baby would remember that I was the one who gave him his first shots and his first bath. Thank goodness, he didn't! He was so sweet...I put him on my chest after he had fed, and he just snuggled in and slept right there. I held him and rocked him. He was so peaceful and had such a sweet baby smell. His little feet were perched right on the top of my belly, and that daughter of mine kept kicking right where his feet were. I can think of two reasons she might have been kicking him. She did not want him snuggling with HER mother, in which case, she is a jealous little thing. Or, she was flirting with him! In which case, Jay is going to have his hands very, very full. What sort of baby flirts from the womb? We have discussed the option of an arranged marriage between said baby boy and our baby girl, so option number three is that she might have been sharing her feelings on that particular arrangement. In which case, I can't exactly blame her.
On another note, she is apparently affected by caffeine as much as I am. I drank a Dr. Pepper at dinner tonight, and she has not stopped moving since. (I, obviously, am also still too wide awake to go to bed.) That was at least 5 hours ago. I have no idea how much caffeine actually crosses the placenta, but I cannot fathom that it would be very much. So, I'm making a mental note to keep her diet caffeine free once she arrives. I would very much like the child to take naps and go to bed at night. Realistically, that's probably the reason she was kicking her little buddy's feet. Mom's diet got her a little too wired--she was quite literally bouncing off the walls. Of the uterus, that is.
While we were visiting, it hit me that
she is the one I will be snuggling with in just a few short months! As you may have noticed, one of my favorite things to do right now is imagine what she'll be like once she gets here. Her personality, who she looks like, how she will react to what the world throws at her. But very soon, we will be able to actually
see what she is like. I love being pregnant, and a part of me does not want the pregnancy to end. If it doesn't end, though, I will never know if any of what I have imagined is true. I think that must be what part of what parenting is all about: learning to let go of each phase in our children's lives, from pregnancy all the way to adulthood, in order for a different one to take it's place.
