Thumper’s been very active today. With every movement, I fall more in love. Hubby got to feel her a couple of times today, for the first time since Monday. Every other time, he’s just missed her by the time he gets his hand on my belly. He asks me, “Are you sure that’s her?” “Yes,” I say, “that’s definitely her.” Our daughter. It’s crazy.
Invitations to my insanely early baby shower in December went out yesterday. Shit’s getting real. I’ve been asking Hubby for help with the registry, but he mostly doesn’t have an opinion either way. So I was thrilled when he picked out this, which is not only adorable but entirely appropriate for our IVF baby.
As for the move, things are progressing…slowly. After six estimates, Hubby decided on a moving company back at the end of September, but we haven’t signed a contract yet. He says he wants to wait until he gets confirmation on his work permit, but who knows when that’s going to happen? And looking around the house at everything that needs to be sorted, tossed, or packed is stressing me out. If we had a contract signed, we could at least start accumulating moving boxes (from the company, for free).
My dad called me tonight, in part to see how my French has been coming along. He also let me know he’ll be starting his new job on Wednesday. And, of course, no conversation with him would be complete without discussing what he’s been watching on PBS. He cracks me up.
Unbelievably, I’ll hit the halfway mark of this pregnancy on Wednesday, too. The consistent movement has been very reassuring, and I can’t help staring at our most recent baby pictures. It’s a bit scary how much I love this kid already. Because I know nothing is guaranteed. But the hope/fear balance has shifted. I believe a little more each day that Hubby and I will be holding (and crying over, and worrying about) our little girl in 20 or so more weeks.