So before school this morning Gavin put up a bit of resistance on the changing table. In lieu of getting pants on, his wayward feet flailed about and more than once landed on my belly. This -both the lack of cooperation and kicking mommy’s tummy- earned him the proverbial TimeOut. When he was finally dressed, I offered a story in the reading chair before going off to school; a favorite activity and emotional bandaid for us both. A few pages into “To Be A Kid” with Gavin on my lap, I received a kick from within so vigorous that it actually made me grunt out loud. I asked Gavin if he felt that, and he said yes. I asked if he knew what it was, and he said no. I told him it was the Baby, saying, “Hello Big Brother… BOOM!” Gavin thought this was hilarious. I asked him if he thought we should call the baby “Boomer” and, giggling adorably, he agreed. Up until now Daddy was calling the baby “Popcorn,” but as of this morning, “Popcorn” became “Boomer.”
In review; Gavin kicked the baby this morning, and already the Baby kicked him back.
“Boomer” hasn’t even been born yet and they’re fighting already. Why wait, right?
Let the games begin!
PS: FYI Boomer is officially 22 weeks today; approximately one pound and 11 inches long. Neatly tucked away in my cavernous -and now nicely padded out- frame, even my midwife sister admitted yesterday, after scrutinizing me in my bathing suit by the pool, that you can’t really tell I’m pregnant. This is much appreciated too because I’m still shaking my money maker as much as possible. (Not that I won’t shake it when my belly’s hanging out; it’s just less awkward than shocking people like that.)