In about five weeks I’m going to be a mom. That’s a wonderfully terrifying concept.
In truth, I’ve never really been a baby-crazy female. I’ve always wanted kids, but in my head, I’ve been excited about the three-and-over age group. Tiny little humans never excited me much. But after this whole wild pregnancy ride, I’m actually looking forward to seeing baby Adelyn.
Since the beginning, she has been an active little thing. I could feel her move far sooner than the doctors expected. I’m not sure if that has to do with the lack of weight I’ve gained throughout the pregnancy or the fact that this little belly bunny has basically been hopping around from day one.
The reality of it probably lies more with how attentive I’ve always had to have been with my stomach. Living with celiac disease, undiagnosed for years, left me always in search of the cleanest bathroom because I was about to die from whatever I just ate. I know my stomach, I know the pains from gas and when a huge movement will happen, and I tend to know just about how long I have before the worst of it happens. So, confusing something rolling around in my uterus with gas or digestive problems isn’t going to happen.
One of the most incredible things is how much of a personality she has in the stomach. She responds to music. When I was at Disney World with a friend, and we rode the Carousel of Progress, every time these lyrics would come on:
There’s a great big beautiful tomorrow
Shinin’ at the end of ev’ry day
There’s a great big beautiful tomorrow
And tomorrow’s just a dream away
She would roll around with a happy roll.
When she’s not happy, she does a hard thrust, usually if I rest my laptop or phone on her. She isn’t a fan of electronics. It took nearly an hour to find out her sex, and every time I go in for her heartbeat check, she rolls away. I don’t blame her. I can hear high-frequency electronic sounds, and they drive me insane. I don’t think I would like whatever waves were being sent at me either.
I think lately, I can feel her suck her thumb. Like I said, I have had a pretty small belly bump for 35 weeks. I have been lucky to not have gained much weight. Almost all of it is her and what is protecting her. But there will be this rhythmic thumping that mimics what a baby does outside of the womb, so if anyone asks what I think she’s doing, she’s totally sucking her thumb. It also helps that I can see the movement. She loves to be very close to the surface.
Another thing that I find amazing is her reactions and movements, depending on where I am. When I am at work, it’s been a lot of thumb sucking, but if it’s a production day and we are shooting the show, she gets active. When the host or the guest starts to mess up or have problems in the control room, she does her angry pushes. I talk to her, and the guys in the control room have gotten used to it.
But if she follows me into the arts, I’m totally okay with that. But there is no way she’ll be anything but a tiny boss lady as she’s already getting in all the practice.
It’s crazy to think this part of the ride is almost over. May 10th will be here so quickly, and I’m not ready. I’m not prepared to give up this bond I have created, but at the same time, I can’t wait to meet her. I want to know what she will look like. Will she have blue eyes like me or dark eyes like her daddy? Will she have my thick, wavy hair like mine or dark and straight like his?
I never thought I’d be one of those moms who were like, “OMG, My baby just did THIS!” But let’s get real, I already do it with my dog, so why would I think my adorable tiny human will be any different? It won’t be.
I’ve already felt more level-headed since finding out I was pregnant, and in this last month, the depression cloud that has lingered from my crazy life changes has genuinely lifted. I think Miss Adelyn is the saving grace I didn’t know I needed. She has really brought a lot of things, into focus and she isn’t even here y Hopefully her journey will spark something creative in me.
Well, this just ended as cheesy as my movie theater nachos cravings have been. Readers, get ready for more cheesy, lovey-dovey mommy posts. But also get ready for some fantastic stories about, or from, my daughter because there is no doubt the apple won’t fall far from the tree. She’s a product of two avid readers and parents who will encourage her to always follow her dreams. Hopefully, they won’t lead to anywhere super dangerous.
