I am still upset (day 3 of my anger) about the whole Ace thing – but at least I got to vent to Mike this morning (he has been away in NY since this came to light). My mom, in an e-mail yesterday, told me she thought it was a nice connection between my “Ace” and his uncle. Ugh. I am not looking for there to be a lot of connections betwen those two. If I was a bigger person, I could let this go, but it doesn’t look like that is happening.
However, that isn’t what I wanted to write about this time, despite the fact that it is still on my mind. I’ve been wanting to write about how excited I am to be just weeks away from meeting our baby – well, 13 weeks, but that is still so close compared to where we were a year ago or 9 months ago when we thought we might never meet our baby. I get so excited when I try to picture him – likely with dark hair and Asian features – he probably will look nothing like me. It is certainly possible that he may have lighter hair, but in all likelihood it won’t be red like mine – I think that is almost an impossibility. Anyway, I try to picture him and I picture myself holding him right after he is born and I get so happy and excited.
Watching all this coverage of the octuplets in California and their batshit crazy mother (another post for another day!) I realize that our baby is almost as big as those babies that are in the NICU. He is just as fully formed – just needs to put on some weight. It is startling to realize that he looks like himself already, and has fingernails and hair and eyelashes, even if we can’t see him.
In a week and two days I’ll be into the third trimester. I have been very comfortable in the second, and loving my growing belly, especially now that I have been able to go to yoga and the gym and don’t just feel like I am gaining fat that I’ll never lose, but actually feel like it is all about the baby. I am not avoiding gaining fat – I know I need that for breastfeeding, but it just feels much better to be able to get out there and work up a bit of a sweat (while still keeping my heartrate around 140, just as I have been instructed).
Thirteen weeks and counting. I can’t wait.
