I am Growing an Athlete

I am pretty sure I am going to have an athletic baby, because the amount of exercise this little one is doing inside me is crazy! Its not just a kick here, kick there. Its like she has a little routine going on: right hook, left jab, kick, kick, somersault, kick, twirl, kick. Repeat. I am starting to see my belly move like a wave is going through me or something. Hard to explain. But really really amazing. (And by the way, I am calling it a she because I have been thinking for so long that its a boy that now the idea of having a girl seems strange. So I am calling it a she to get back on even ground. Gerald kissed "her" goodbye when he left for work the other day, and I almost cried hearing him say it. It was so sweet. Ahhhh.)

Speaking of crying, if you are planning on having a baby, go into it knowing that you will be crying alot at random times. I actually started crying the other day on the treadmill at the gym over the news story that was airing. Now, it was a sad story, but I noted noone else was actually moved to tears by it.