Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Bumpin' ... 20 Weeks
This week has been a blurry haze. In the warm afternoons we have been trying to make the most out of the gradually shorter daylight hours, which can be tricky after work.
Autumn has been slow to settle in this year, yet she whispers of shorter days, steaming bowls of chicken soup, light scarves, and an extra woollen blanket over the foot of the bed on cooler nights.
Pecan: Last week I thought I may have felt a tiny alien bubbling sensation but this week I am certain there was momvement. It was the most peculiar experience knowing that you're halfway on your journey earth side. I was seated on the lounge staring at my belly one night after I had picked at my dinner, pushing it around my plate feeling anything but inspired to eat it when I noticed a slight bulge to the right of my navel. The skin moved as if a finger had poked it from the inside. I stared at it in awe for another ten minutes before it moved again, then nothing for the next twenty minutes and so I gave up as the cooler night air made it uncomfortable to have my swollen belly exposed.
Pecan, at twenty weeks I was able to witness your movements but I could not feel you, I could only see the outer skin of my belly move for an instant. But in that instant I felt warmth and happiness, like I had finally had the resounding confirmation that you are with me, even when I feel like I'm alone on the lounge when your papa is at work.
The next day heralded the beginning of the flutters.
We wonder who you are but are still keen to keep one of life's greatest mysteries a surprise until you meet us.
Have any of you ever struggled with this decision? The impatient wanting to know versus the desire to wait until the day your lives will be forever changed?
The suspense is building...