17 Weeks

Can you believe I’m almost half way done with this pregnancy?
Yesterday, the girl said “Mom, that baby is coming and we don’t have any baby things like bottles or diapers or anything!”
Oh, my sweet girl. Believe me, I KNOW.
Usually I’d be stressed to the nines over it, but for some unknown reason I’m calm. Maybe it’s because I’ve had two babies before and now I know that whether you have diapers or bottles or not… the baby comes anyway. It lives. It PROSPERS, even -and everyone is generally sleep deprived and slap happy.
That wasn’t all my daughter said.
“Mom, you’re getting really fat.”
AND
“Mom, you’re really not good at playing Angry Birds.”
(so what? I had to fill the gaping empty space facebook left…)
AND
“Mom, you’re crazy.”
At the end of the day, I jokingly said, “Okay, I’ve been called fat, crazy and no good at Angry Birds. If anyone has any more insults to hurdle my way, now’s the time!”
I was joking, of course.
And the “insults” weren’t really hurting me at all -mostly because I knew my daughter wasn’t saying them to be malicious. But then she started talking about “Vecki.”
Vecki is actually my friend, Beki, who happens to be the mother of my daughter’s best friend.
“You love Vecki, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah,” my daughter nodded. The entire family was snuggled up on our huge-o bed, taking turns playing Angry Birds.
“Do you want her to be your mom?” I asked.
“Yeah,” my daughter nodded.
“I want Vecki to be my mom too,” I said, “She’s the best.”
“Hey!” My daughter looked up at me because she’d just got a wonderful idea, “You could just die!”
“Okay!” I said, “I’ll make sure that I’m dead tomorrow.”
“Okay!” She said, excited to have Vecki as a new mom.
“But that means no more nail painting with me…”
“I can paint my own nails.” She said.
“No more girl dates with mom…”
“I can just go on dates with Trent,” her New Mom Plan was not to be derailed.
“I’ll make sure mom is dead in the morning,” my husband said, joining in, “Will that make you happy?”
“Well, I might miss her.” The thinking wheels in my daughter’s head started turning.
“No, you WANT me dead, remember?” I ask.
“No I don’t…” she started thinking straight.
“It’s fine, it’s fine… you’ll see me again someday when you die.” I say.
“I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” She cried out.
“So you want me to be alive tomorrow?”
“YES!”
Oh, girls. They will never make up their minds.
And for the record: “You could just die” is probably the meanest thing my kid has ever said to me, and I might have been offended if I felt that she meant it. But I knew she didn’t, and I couldn’t help laughing out loud.

In other news, I’ve been eating Fruit Loops for 2 out of every four meals (what, you don’t eat four meals a day?).
The baby is moving around like mad.
I get to wear super savvy knee wrap because every time I kneel to pray or try bend my knee at a 90 degree angle, I am put through agonizing pain.

We go in for THE ultrasound on August 3rd. We get to find out if we’re having a boy or a girl.
When I was very first pregnant and didn’t know it, I had a dream that I had a little baby boy… however, in that same dream I was swimming in a lake with dead zebra carcasses, so take from that what you will.
My daughter has had several dreams about a baby boy.  The Chinese Calender tells us we’re having a boy.
And I would go absolutely bonkers for another boy,

BUT a baby girl would be divine. Either way, we’re happy campers. We’re also terribly excited to SEE this growing baby and find out if it’s of the he or she variety! And maybe after the ultrasound, we’ll go buy some diapers -just to ease the girl’s mind about the whole thing.