Let me just say, being pregnant with Ben Eckerson is frickin' hilarious. Every so often, I freak out on him (I mean, wouldn't YOU freak out if he brought up a pile of laundry that included an unmatched sock?!), but for the most part, my husband makes me laugh to no end. A perfect example was this morning, on the way to work:
A: OW! This kid is killing my uterus today.
B: Is it because your uterus is introverted? Is the baby break-dancing?
A: RETRO-verted sweetheart. It's not upside down, it just leans back.
B: Oh, retro, so it's a retro baby? Like an 80's baby!
A: Sure. Let's just name the baby M.C. Hammer...
B: Or just Hammer?
... I think he was serious. You should hear some of the name suggestions this guy comes up with. Also, I know my husband well enough to know he thought my uterus was upside down, not shy. So when he said "introverted" he meant "inverted". Bless his heart.
Anyway, this isn't about him (too late), it's about me and my pregnancy confession for the week (I reserve the right to have more confessions if I have a particularly embarrassing week).
Whilst laying on my back in bed Saturday evening, procrastinating getting ready for our agency holiday party, I was pressing on my stomach just below my belly button where I *think* my uterus is currently located (because it's a little bit hard there). And then, I felt it! A tiny little kick! I yelled to Ben, "Oh my gosh! Come here and feel this!" just in time to realize it was my own heartbeat.
Real cool, dummy.
Ah well, I'm sure it won't be long before we feel a *real* kick. Can't wait!