Lest it seem like we’ve forgotten about the baby we’re expecting in February, let me reassure you that it is making its presence known with increasing frequency and verve. This week I begin the third trimester (28 weeks), and have a pretty unmistakable stomach. I’ll bet I start hearing those “You have your hands full!” comments more often shortly . . .
At any rate, the infrequent hiccups in my stomach have turned into a many-times-a-day affair, accompanied by hilarious undulations across the whole of my stomach. I had secretly hoped that this baby would choose a position slightly different from Katherine’s, since my lower-right ribs are still sore from her late-pregnancy kicks, but it looks like I’m out of luck. Katherine, meanwhile, is finding that she has to be a lot more creative when attempting to sit in my lap, and even when she does manage to perch around the bump she finds that her lap-companion is a rowdy one. Her touch always seems to set off baby wriggles!
Tomorrow I get my first midwife appointment (I know, I know, a bit late, isn’t it?) and am looking forward to seeing how the English prenatal system differs from the American one.