Reflections on this weekend

The party for Nana went well I think.  I had many compliments on it, and Nana seemed very pleased. It was not a surprise, however, a specific 4 year old spilled the beans!  No matter, it was still fun and everyone had a good time.  What can you expect from 4 year olds really?  It had to happen eventually.

 

I also didn't realize how "cute" I was pregnant.  At least, that's what everyone tells me. 

 

Oh, aren't you cute! 

Look how cute you are! 

What a cute belly! 

 

yuk

 

I'm certain there are many more adjectives that could be used in place of that word.  How about

 

Oh, aren't you tired!

Look how big you are!

What a enormous belly!

 

Yeah, I like those better.

 

There are also alot of people that love to touch a pregnant woman's belly.  To all those that fit into the category, let me ask a question.  What are you expecting to feel?   Are you hoping to find that one small space in time when a kick will be in perfect unison with your touch?  (ask my husband how difficult that timing is to master)  I honestly don't understand, as I never felt the urge before or while not pregnant. 

 

Christopher is now realizing what's going on.  He tried to jump on my stomach last night.  When I protested, he got visibly upset.  I explained to him once again that there was a baby in my belly, and he had to be careful. 

 

This is when the light bulb turned on.  He then tried to look inside my belly button and see the baby.  He talked to my stomach, and rubbed on it...just as if the child was lying right next to me.  What a beautiful innocence.  Steven was a year younger then Christopher is now when he was percolating, so all this interest and fascination is new to me.  Of course, the moment passes as soon as the two boys debate on what happens if they start putting money in your belly button too.  Hey, you hope for those wonderful moments, grab them for the short duration of their visit, and casually move on.