--The Speck sticks any and all of his appendages up in my ribs frequently. Therefore, I know that Drew passed on his love of ribs and even though mine are not cooked and covered in BBQ sauce, they are alluring still.
--The Speck also likes to stay on the right side. Therefore, I know that he is very good and already choosing the right.
--(Also I know he will be right-handed and right-brained.)
--While I can't be sure (again, it could be a fishing pole), I sometimes feel that I am being head-butted. Therefore, the Speck has inherited a certain, ahem, hardheadedness. Not from ME of course. Right, Mama...?
--I get heartburn so I know the Speck will arrive with a full head of hair.
--I know the Speck loves cheese because, well, at this point how could he not?
--I am still escaping some of the more common uncomfortable symptoms so I know that the Speck, though hardheaded, is also rather obliging.
--Even time I see a diagram of how big the Speck is at this point, I know that he is probably not any more comfortable than I am. But luckily for him, at least he doesn't know any different.
Some less Speck-specific things I have learned recently are:
--If you ever hope/plan/want to be with child (or are), do not, for the sake of your mental health, read ANY birth stories involving placental abruptions. Learn from my inadvertent mistake.
--Some people spend, shall we say, a LOT of money on nurseries. In what will be news to no one, we are not doing this. (More on that when we actually have something to show, instead of a variety of boxes on the floor.)
So you see, I am learning new things all the time. And not just from obsessively reading baby how-to books. Luckily I still have about 8 more weeks to figure out how to work my new neck pillow:
Maybe it's more of a lumbar thing?
Or maybe it's a belly shelf!
(The dead eyes in these pictures are courtesy of a nasty cold. Of COURSE I finally take pictures on a day I feel like death.)