Things I Know

I have often heard ladies talk about how they sense their baby's personality whilst said baby is in the womb.  In a similar vein, they readily identify which body part is where and, if pressed, could probably tell you if their baby will be a CEO one day.  That is to say, some ladies are very insightful about their offspring.  I am not one of those people.  The Speck could be poking me with a fishing pole for all I know.  But recently I have picked up on a few things about this presumably human creature dwelling amidst my innards:

--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:

It seems KIND of big for my neck...

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.)