Time has flown, and yet not at all. I am now ending my fifth month of this pregnancy. I finally am beginning to actually feel like it's real. It could be to the fact that I officially have a belly, and inside said belly I am feeling the alien move.
The alien who it just so happens to be a boy. I am so thrilled to be having a boy. I can't explain why I wanted a boy so much more than a girl, but I did... I do.
So this little boy, named Gideon, will be mine whether he likes it or not.
I must confess that, while it is superbly cool, the movements I am feeling I cannot express the feeling like many other moms I have talked to. They all explain it as something you can't describe. The most wonderful experience. Like nothing you've ever felt before. The most amazing thing to feel your baby move for the first time.
Let me preface by saying I thouroughly enjoy feeling my little boy move. I think it's totally awesome, and it's true I can't explain the sensation. But I didn't become emotional the first time I felt him move. In fact it is totally possible that the first time I felt him move, I probably mistook it for gas or indegestion and promptly insterted two tums into my mouth. Even since I haven't felt the amazing wonderment of feeling my child inside me. It's sort of weird when you think about it. There is a living thing growing inside me. Stealing all my nutrients. Making me have to pee an ungodly amount.
I feel sort of alone in this. It seems every other mother has been overwhelmed by the first time her baby kicked. And while I do love to feel him kicking, it isn't an emotional experience for me. Perhaps I'm dead inside.
Other than that, I feel I'm doing a pretty good job at creating a good home for the little guy. I can't wait to meet him. And I can't believe I'm half way done.
Week 23 of pregnancy. Approximately 17 to go.
