We have quite the little soccer player or karate star on our hands! This week the baby has been SUCH a busy body! She has been kicking the (insert expletive of choice here) out of me! Don’t get me wrong, I love every minute of it and I am so glad that I have a constant daily reminder that she is healthy and strong, but it’s starting to hurt! Gone are the days that it felt like butterflies, it feels like she is trying to burst right out of there sometimes. The most exciting part of this new-found strength is that this week was the first time that I could feel her kicks from the outside, and Tuesday was the first day Sol felt her kicking! He was so excited, his jaw dropped and he had a big silly smile on his face. Since then he has felt her at least a few times every day. I don’t know if the novelty is going to wear off, but eventually he might get annoyed with me yelling “SOL SOL!” and grabbing his hand to feel every time she kicks my hand. Last night I was having trouble falling asleep because she was moving around so much, and I groaned “Why does she want to be awake when I want to sleep!” Sol told me that she was probably just trying to get me used to it because I am going to feel like that for a while. He’s right!
The last night that we were down in Orange County I woke up at 4am with horrible stomach cramps and other disturbing digestive distress. I was in so much pain and I was totally freaked out that I didn’t know what was going on. I got out my phone and Googled my symptoms and started to get really freaked out that I was going into pre-term labor. “No! It’s too early!” I was so upset and worried that something was going wrong with the baby, it really hit me how mothers can worry about their children so much more than they worry about themselves, and how this is only the beginning of me worrying about her. After an hour and a half without the cramps or pain subsiding I woke up Sol crying and told him that he might have to take me to the ER. I called the advice nurse and after her line of questioning she assured me that I didn’t have any of the big red flags, and that it was probably a stomach bug or something that I ate. This reassured me enough to be able to try and go back to sleep, although it was difficult at first because my brain couldn’t stop over analyzing how my body was feeling. It took me a couple of days to feel totally better, but Baby K was moving around a lot which helped reassure me that she was still alive and kickin’ (literally!) The next morning I checked in with the nurse again, and she said that sometimes pregnant women forget that it’s still normal to get sick from time to time because they are so used to over thinking every feeling and pain you have. It gave some comfort, and also made me grateful that my pregnancy has been so normal and boring that a little stomach bug is the scariest thing that has happened yet. If that’s the scariest thing I have had to deal with so far, I am a lucky lucky girl!
This week we also painted her nursery! The colors are so sunny and fun and will go perfectly with the “flower child” fabric and accents, I can’t wait to see the rest of it come together. We are trying to get as much as possible done this week during our break, so there have been lots of errands and nursery prep going on which is only making me more excited and anxious for her arrival!