Baby Stella,
Being 30 weeks pregnant has given me some funny insight to what it is actually like to have a belly. A big belly. For instance, I never have a meal anymore that doesn't end up in a pile of crumbs right in the middle of my tummy. I get upset with Daddy when he parks too closely to another car in the parking lot because it's somewhat impossible to waddle through at times. Getting out of bed in the middle of the night these days has become a chore in itself. I've thought about counting it as cardio.
Other than coping with my larger belly, I've been finding my energy levels somewhat amusing. I'm either high as a kite or in need of a pulse check. On Saturday I spent the day deep cleaning. One minute I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathtubs, doing laundry, wiping cabinets, and dusting. The next minute I am curled up in the fetal position sucking my thumb and begging for a Starbucks.
Braxton Hicks has made it's way to my belly and I'm not a fan. Frankly, he can just go back to where he came from. The fiery pits of hell.
Your Daddy is coping with my new body temperature. I currently like the thermostat on 67 and not a notch over. At least we are saving on utilities.
But guess what? You've got new things of your own going on. This week you have started to roll your long legs across my stomach. The feeling is insane and amazing at the same time. I can't believe how big you feel.
I also feel like you try to communicate to me when you aren't comfortable. Maybe I'm crazy but I swear you do. For instance, if I lay flat, you freak out. I think this is your way of telling me that you aren't comfortable or that you need more brownies. I can't be sure so I usually just feed you more brownies, just in case.
Things have become freakishly real for your Daddy and I this week. We can't wait to see you and know that it will be a max of 10 weeks until we do. Can't believe it!
I'll leave you with a little something I read today that was a bit of encouragement to me.
"You have the exact qualities God knew your kids would need in a Mom. Each day ask God to help you be the best version of YOU." --Lisa Terkeurst
So that is what I am doing from here on out. I'm asking Him to help me when I worry about your health, when I worry about labor, and when I worry about your future to help me be the best Mom I can be for you and make the best choices. We can't wait to meet you Stelly Belly.
Love,
Momma
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Kendra - I'm hoping I don't come off as a creeper here reading your blog. (We had a class together at UCO if you dont remember me ;-)) but I just wanted to say I love reading your little blog! I'm also expecting my first so I love reading about your experiences and your humor to go with it. Good luck with your last weeks! Creeper out. ;-)
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