Right now at this very moment in time, both of my children and my husband are all at school. So I'm sitting here in my house. Alone. A lone woman. I don't even know what to do with myself. So far I have laid on the couch, peed with no interruptions, wandered aimlessly from room to room, eaten an oreo, looked at facebook, played solitaire, eaten another oreo, and finally, sat down at the computer to blog. Imagine it. Me! Blogging! What has this world come to?
I'd like to say that I'm going to use the alone time I now have every Tuesday and Thursday to update my blog and stay in touch with everyone a little better, but I know myself and that's not a promise I'm willing to make. But for right now, it is what I am choosing to do with my free time, and I'd like to think that I might start blogging once a week (until I have this baby, anyway). Here is blog post number one, and I hope it finds you all well!
I shouldn't say I'm alone, necessarily, as I do have a little bitty snuggler keeping me company right under my right rib (seriously kid, get OUTTA THERE!). We call him Charlie, although that's not necessarily going to be his name. It's just his fetal name. A way to refer to him in some other way than "it", "him", "the baby", etc. I realize I haven't posted about Charlie at all. Which makes me a little sad because I posted about his brothers so much better. Allow me to rectify the situation (I don't know why, but the word rectify just made me giggle....).
Charlie is an awesome kid. He is less part me and part Sam than he is half David and half Trevor. Physically, he looks like Trevor from the bridge of his nose up, and David from the tip of his nose down. At least his profile would suggest this. Personally he is very territorial like David was as a fetus, and very regimented like Trevor was. He also has his own little quirks. I've noticed that how my children behaved in embryo has very much been indicative of their little personalities as little boys. So here are the things I have noticed about Charlie. I'd like to have it documented somewhere so when he is older I can look back and laugh at how much he is still the same little baby that grew within my belly.
*As I stated before, he is extremely territorial. If something is touching my stomach, he WILL fight it. If my waistband is too tight (a common occurrence, unfortunately), he will kick at it with his ferocious ninja feet. It makes me laugh because it's never a hard "get outta my way" kick, it's hundreds of tiny little rapid almost playful kicks. He does the same thing with seatbelts over my lap, things resting on my stomach, belts that I might wear, or pretty much anything else that might be trying to invade his little home. He also gets really mad if I try to, even gently, move him from where he's resting in my tummy. If I nudge or push him in any way, he will kick and flail so hard until I give up. Which leads me to believe he might also be very stubborn.
*He loves to sit in this spot right under my right rib cage, but he does it in a way that makes me think he's going to break my ribs. It is so uncomfortable, borderline painful, that I'm constantly trying to shove him out of there. Which only results in much kicking and flailing. It may or may not be worth it.
*I also mentioned before that he is regimented like T was. Not as much, but slightly. Trevor was like an alarm clock. He would wake up every night at 10pm on the dot. It was so accurate you literally could have used him as a timer. Every night. 10 pm. Charlie's not as precise, but he does usually wake up around 10:20 every night, give or take a few minutes. When he wakes up, he does so with a flourish. It is very dramatic and quick, like he's being startled awake. It always makes me laugh. He thrashes around for a few minutes, and then just wriggles around merrily. Silly silly.
*He is by far the most active and forceful child I've carried. The doctor told me my uterus is measuring 4 weeks big, but Charlie's measuring right on schedule, so it has given him a much roomier surrounding than most babies have. He's just chillin' in his little tummy mansion. Basically (the way the Dr has described it), this has given him ample room to build up momentum. So instead of sweet little baby fluttery kicks and punches, he has some room to get some momentum going and is able to land blows with considerably larger impact. It's pretty funny actually. Sometimes it makes me yelp it's so startling.
*Funniest fetal moment (in keeping with the above "Charlie fact"): The other day in the shower, he kicked me so hard he knocked the wind out of me. Not even kidding. He was nestled in his favorite spot right under my right rib, and was kicking backwards a bit, so his kicks were landing toward the back of my ribs rather than the front. I gave him a little nudge, and being the territorial child he is, he gave me a swift hard kick right towards the back of my ribs. I gave out a loud "oooof", loud enough that Sam came in to see what was wrong. He found me on my hands and knees, coughing and sputtering in the bottom of the tub. It wasn't a big one, obviously, but he knocked my breath out good enough that I couldn't breathe for a good 3-5 seconds. I have never had that happen before. This baby is ca-razy! I laughed about it for weeks. I actually still laugh about it. I'm laughing right now just remembering. I can already tell this kid is going to be a character. Spunky and funny, just like his brothers!
Here are just a couple little things I want to remember about David and Trevor with their new little bro....
*David loves this baby so much more than I ever thought possible. He talks to him every day. Reads him books, sings him songs, tells him about his day at school. He always starts with "Hey, Charlie! It's me! Your brother, David!" He gives my belly kisses constantly. He tells me to lay down sometimes to rest, and will cover me with blankets and bring me and Charlie stuffed animals to sleep with. He shares all of his food with me and tells me it's for Charlie. He brings me food all day and tells me it's been too longs since I've eaten and Charlie's probably hungry. He loves to put his hands on my belly and feel Charlie move. He belly laughs every time he feels him, and opens his eyes really wide. I love to see the awe on his little face. I can't wait for him to officially meet his little brother. I know he is going to take such good care of him.
*Trevor loves the idea of Charlie, but I'm not sure he fully understands that this baby is really going to come out of my belly and be a full fledged member of our family. He had a bit of a hard time at first. He got mad when my belly started getting too big to snuggle with me the way he wanted, and he would push my belly and say "MOVE, Charlie! It's my turn to lay with Mommy!" He acted out for a while and resorted to a lot of baby talk / behavior that he hadn't been doing for a while. Fortunately that's all done now, and he is really excited about Charlie coming. He likes to play cars with Charlie and he brings him all his favorite cars to play with. After a while he'll say "Mommy, Charlie's not really doing anything, so I'm just gonna let him be a mountain." Then he'll drive cars all over my belly for a while. He will give my belly hugs and kisses randomly throughout the day and tell me "Mommy, that's not for you, that's for Charlie." He asks me a lot if Charlie's sad or crying. I assure him he's happy and warm in mommy's belly, and he seems to be appeased, although not fully. I love the concern he has for his brother. It will be fun to see Trevor in the role of big brother for a change.
I think Charlie is the luckiest baby in the world to have two brothers who care about him so much!
On that note, I will end my very long post and go enjoy the rest of my alone time until I go to pick up the kids. I'll probably eat another oreo. Thanks for reading!
