Movement

I tend to pull my knees up when I sit - whether that means sitting cross-legged or simply my knees by my chin. But this gets less and less possible during pregnancy. It becomes uncomfortable, and pretty unrealistic to be honest.

But this time around I've noticed that FlipFlop really doesn't like it! S/he kicks me all the time when I do it. In fact, I'm doing it right now, hoping this little one will kick me, and prove my theory right. Haha.

Our big scan is in two days. Matt and I had a conversation (more a joke than anything), wherein he (THE BABY JUST KICKED!) told me he was going to blindfold me for the scan, find out the sex, and then refuse to tell me.

What's funny is that, we both know he could keep a secret like that all the way through the pregnancy! Well, I won't be subjecting myself to a blindfold for the scan, so if we do find out - I'll tell you what it is.

Also in our conversation last night was name conversation. I thought I was doing pretty good - I had one name for each sex, and had kept them to myself for 19 weeks. That's pretty amazing, considering I'm a blabber mouth, and usually try to nail Matt down to talk about names much earlier. But after 2 pregnancies full of useless name conversations, I decided to hold off.

But, in true Matthew fashion, he shot down both my name options. Blah. Well, back to the drawing board! Looks like I need to start scanning the credits on movies again, reading more books, and scrounging around for my baby name book (who knows what country it's even in). (TBM!)

So, while I may be sharing the sex, you won't catch me giving out a name. Mostly because I like the idea of not sharing the name (having named two children on the day of the scan, or a few days afterwards) but, also because this child may not have a name when it is a week old! Ak!

I'm off to... eat Domino's Pizza, or shop for Flourless Cake ingredients, or scrub the bottom of my shower (ew ew ew ew ew!), or do my dishes, or hang out laundry, or straighten my hair, or help my sister find a job.

But, you know, my day's not FULL or anything!

PS. Pray for us tomorrow, Oceana's going for an orthopaedic consult regaring her legs. One foot turns in quite a bit (like pigeon toed, or bowed legs), and while numerous doctors and nurses have said she'll "probably" grow out of it, we'd like a specialist to tell us that so we can say, "She's been to a specialist, she's fine. She'll grow out of it!"