Another Lifetime

Sunday, February 7, 2010

There is a little boy inside of me who is tumbling and turning! He is poking and punching a bit too. He's still too small for it to feel like anything other than a gentle bump, but today it felt like he was reaching up towards my ribs. It tickled!

I caught a bit of a cold, so I've spent this weekend trying to be still and drink lots of tea and OJ. I found myself missing they days when my mom would pop in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang or Mary Poppins, bringing chicken soup, ginger-ale, and cool wet cloths. I missed her cool hand on my forehead and her fingers tucking back my hair behind my ears. My husband stayed right by my side and did a great job taking care of me though!

I wonder if you all are watching the Super Bowl? We will be turning it on momentarily. Yet I feel kinda sleepy......

7 comments:

nadia said...: I hope you are feeling better this morning. those are wonderful memories!; February 8, 2010 at 6:12 AM
Unknown said...: memories of touch. these are always my most vivid.; February 8, 2010 at 7:24 AM
What About The Girl? said...: The baby tickles mommt! :-)
Oh I can't help but giggle!

I have been sneezing, too.
I didn't watch the Super Bowl.
(I am clueless when it comes to that game...;-)

Please take care!; February 8, 2010 at 11:35 AM
Maria said...: Love hearing about the baby. That was my favorite, to feel the baby moving inside although my first was extremely active, kept waking my husband at night kicking him in the back and sometimes I'd watch her moving & it reminded me of Alien, she looked as if she was trying to push her way right out but I loved it. Enjoy these fun months and hope you feel better soon.; February 8, 2010 at 12:53 PM
kendalee said...: I hope you're feeling better soon but glad to hear you're taking it easy and being well cared for :)

How amazing to feel that movement and be able to picture the baby's acrobatic antics, such an incredible thing. I really love the photograph too - sweet exuberance!; February 9, 2010 at 1:38 PM
ywake said...: a passing blogger...... wishing u the very best in days to come....

quite an expressive post its jus gonna add up a yet another lovely moment in ur life... :); February 12, 2010 at 1:23 PM
LifeIsArt said...: remembering your mom as you transcend into motherhood....soon it will be your touch he remembers!! magical!; March 1, 2010 at 5:07 PM

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