Gametes In Love

It’s no secret that I’m NOT a good singer. I’m not embarrassed to share the fact that I won’t be auditioning for American Idol anytime soon. Unless I want to end up on the blooper reel, that is. While I can dance well, draw and act alright, the singing muse somehow decided not to bestow her gifts in my general direction.

But I’m a parent, and with parenting comes self-humiliation, and I have sung to G many a time in the privacy of our family unit. Occasionally I have subjected you, too in some of my horrible renditions of the ABC song over video. For this I apologize, but it was done for illustrative (of G’s skill) purposes only.

So imagine my surprise when today in the car, I was singing “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol (it was on the radio), to G, and I had paused to drink some water, G looked at me and said “Again!” Yeah… imagine my surprise. No person has ever asked for an encore.

So he must be tone-deaf, right? It’s really the only logical explanation.

How far along: 30w. 30 people!!!! That only 10 more to go.
Weight: 144lb
Sleep: Good. I’ve been sleeping through the night the last few evenings, and it’s been great. Unfortunately, G waking up promptly at 6 hasn’t been helping on the other end.
Gender: No change… I hope
Movement: Still a wiggly monkey. I’m actually pretty convinced S2 is practicing the head-spin break-dancing move in my belly. If there was a way a to get a camera in there, I’d prove it.
Feeling: Good. I’m sleeping well, feeling hungry within reason, and not overly tired. However, the Relaxin is really kicking in these last few days and my hips are really getting stretched out. I feel like someone kicked my in the crotch and I’m still recovering from the soreness. Yeah, for those of you that haven’t had the pleasure of feeling what Relaxin does to you, it’s the best analogy I can come up with.
What I miss: G seems to want to be carried around more these days. Or maybe he doesn’t, but my discomfort makes me feel that way. I miss being able to pick him up without thinking twice about whether it would hurt. I miss my general snuggles with him. Between fear of kicks to the belly, aches to the back, I feel like I’m not being there 100% for him, physically.
Food cravings: More watermelon. More sugar.
Fetal development:
Your baby’s about 15.7 inches long now, and he weighs almost 3 pounds (like a head of cabbage). A pint and a half of amniotic fluid surrounds him, but that volume will decrease as he gets bigger and takes up more room in your uterus. His eyesight continues to develop, though it’s not very keen; even after he’s born, he’ll keep his eyes closed for a good part of the day. When he does open them, he’ll respond to changes in light but will have 20/400 vision — which means he can only make out objects a few inches from his face.