It's true. My uterus is currently occupied by a 20 week old fetus, but unfortunately for this child, it is already falling into a stereotypical second child status.
I'm trying, I really am, to pay attention to it. Trying to pay as much attention to it, as I did to Lola when she was in the womb. But the thing is, I'm failing. My life, or should I say, our lives are so different now than they were five years ago. Even as Josh made the comment, Lola was standing between us, jumping up and down, yelling about something that she felt needed an immediate response and our conversation ended with me barely acknowledging Josh's single statement.
Luckily, biology has assisted my attempt to be mindful.
This week, I started to feel some internal movement. Movement that I can confidently attribute to the baby and not the reorganization of my organs or slowed digestion system. Every time it kicks or punches me, I am pulled into the present to acknowledge what is going on.
That, and each time I catch my reflection, I find myself compelled to slow down and gaze at my profile. I instinctively place my hands on my stomach, smile, and think, there's a baby in there.
Hey D! Thanks for the update. Hope all is going well with you on number 2! A little boy it sounds like. I know I had a lot less enthusiasm the second time around with the pregnancy, but Flint is just at much fun as X ever was. I think I cherished my baby a bit more know that he was my last.
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