This morning, over breakfast, I was talking to Paul. In the middle of a sentence, Lentil kicked me (they’re still tiny kicks), so I stopped, looked down, and said, “Good morning.” Went back to talking to Paul.
Lentil answered with another, harder, kick. I looked down and said, “Hello!”
Went back to talking.
*WHACK* Lentil kicked me good and hard.
I think he/she already wants my undivided attention. Either that or, as Paul suggested, poor baby is upset about us talking about lentil soup all week.
Other than this general insubordination that has already begun, everything is going fine. After a few false starts, we finally have midwives that I really like. It’s a two midwife practice. The senior midwife was a “lay” midwife for decades (starting when she was nineteen!) before going back and getting becoming a Registered Nurse and Certified Nurse-Midwife (CNM). She delivered all three of my friends’ babies at home. The other midwife is the only midwife here at work that still does homebirths, and I really like her. My first appointment was with her, and I’ll try and alternate between them for the rest of my appointments. I heard Lentil’s heartbeat at my first appointment, so apparently I can’t keep convincing myself I’m not pregnant, despite my total lack of pregnancy symptoms for the past 18 weeks.
We have our first (and hopefully only!) ultrasound next week. I’m afraid we will not be finding out if Lentil is a boy or a girl - sorry to disappoint you all! Hopefully Papa will be telling me if it’s a boy or a girl when Lentil comes out to play!