I wake up in the middle of the night with an odd urge to have to get up and pee...not wait until I wake up in the morning. It is somewhat annoying yet I roll out of bed anyways and sleepily drag myself to the bathroom. I lay back down and about 4 hours later, I am having another lovely urge, yet again...but this time, it is because I have to fight sickness. I am sure you ALL know how that goes. Nobody likes getting sick...ESPECIALLY morning after morning. Those of you that know this feeling I am sure we are in the same boat here.
I like to think of it as my little one playing in there, just having a little party of its own, that way it makes me giggle with visuals of a 4 inch tall baby jumping up and down on my bladder or on my stomach, whichever it chooses at the time. Its pretty awesome actually!
I know this is only the beginning, but if it keeps happening the way it does in my head, I will only be able to keep laughing. Waking up in the morning with a bulge in my belly is quite the comforting feeling... Knowing I am keeping my baby safe, warm, and loved...its one of the best feelings I believe I have ever had. I couldn't ask for a better support system. All the jokes about how "fat" I am going to get and how I am going to be balancing on my stomach are all ways I know that my family and friends love me.
This baby is going to be so loved. Of course its Momma and Daddy will love the little "peanut"/"walnut" but the Grandparents are all excited, which is a huge deal...We want them to be!! All our friends are already picking out names to be called and it couldn't be more fun!
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