I'm just a vessel...

So as I'm driving home today I begin to have the same thoughts that I've had this whole week...I'm just an incubator. My body has been invaded by a foreign being that feeds off of me. I am just an safe haven- growing, stretching, itching, and conforming to whatever shape makes the baby happy. And just to think....24 weeks ago this baby was nothing but a micro organism that has completely expanded into something that moves- yes- it moves and I can see it! Not only do I get beat up from time to time (only on Sundays in church), but I can feel him moving all across my tummy...sometimes really low, sometimes high where if I look down I see the wave. This whole idea of childbirth and child bearing is such an amazing thing. Just the whole concept of conception and all the stages up until childbirth. I really appreciate that I can now feel and see him moving though. It makes me happy and I feel a sense of joy just knowing that I am going to be the mother of a beautiful baby boy really soon. This is my little parasite (that's how the midwife once described the baby...because if I didn't give him the nutrients he needed, he would feed off of my bones, etc, to get what was necessary). Let's just say...life from here on out is going to be interesting...

Baby Abuse

22 weeks

A previous post reminded me of this past Sunday. So we are in church, and Baby Lopez (yes, he is still Baby Lopez...we will talk about that in a minute) is moving around. Now, when he kicks its usually really low and just feels kinda weird, nothing major. Today in church pastor was getting good into his message and so was the baby. The louder the pastor got, the harder I got kicked. Every time he finished a sentence on a high (loud note), bam! I got kicked. I was sitting in my seat jumping like I had sever hiccups or something! I even put Francis hand on my belly for him to feel. It was non-stop action. I don't know if he was trying to tell me something or he just got excited by pastor's voice, but whatever the case may be, it was quite the different experience. Now he's back to his regular light kicks that just feel weird. I'ma test this theory out next Sunday that he just has a thing for pastor getting all loud, but at the same token, I don't wanna get beat up from the inside every Sunday!

Oh, and the name game.... so after we found out it was a boy, Francis decides to make a compromise with me ( this was, of course, a few days later). He says " if the baby looks like me, we will name him Francis Jr, if it looks like you, you can name him, and if it looks like my brother, we will name his Samuel. Now, Francis really wants to name the baby Samuel regardless...I think we should make Samuel the middle name and choose a first name that we both agree on. I don't even have a problem with naming him Francis Samuel...that's my compromise. I am really a fan of calling the baby Baby Eli for some reason too though. I like Elisha as a first name...last night Francis told me he likes Elijah better than Elisha...cause Elisha sounds like a girl. Anyone who I say Elisha to automatically thinks I said Elijah...which could pose a problem for the baby growing up. So yeah...we still don't have a name. I asked him if we could go back over our list that we had back when we first found out we were expecting and see if anything jumps out. I fear, however, that the baby will not be named until he is in this world. On a lighter side...Francis says to me the other day, I really need to figure out what I'm going to name this baby. I said, oh really. You need to figure out what to name our baby that is coming out of my vagina? He said, yeah, that's my fatherly duty. Hmp...I don't think so!

The XY factor

So on January 2nd, Francis and I went for our possibly last ultrasound. As soon as we get in the room the tech asks us if we want to know the sex of the baby. Francis is like " Yeah, that's what we're here for! lol). Needless to say, within five minutes of us having the gel on the belly, she pronounces, "It's a boy!" and types XY with an arrow next to his pee pee. Francis smiled for the whole hour after that :) Our little man likes to move his hands alot. Francis asked the tech if he was throwing up gang signs, lol. The tech also showed us the baby in 3D....and I was like, whoa, that looks like an alien baby, not cute at all...needeless to say, I don't have those pictures. He wouldn't get into a position where she could take better pictures either...sounds like a stubborn Taurus man to me.

So we go to my grandmother's house to show her the new pictures...and pronounce the sex of the baby. When she see's the pic of his pee pee, she like, "Wow that baby has alot down there"! Francis is like..."Yeah boy, that's Lopez right there". She gives him the crazy look and we go about our business. But then other people have had the same reaction as well...in church, work, chapter, with whoever I show the picture....I'ma ask the doctor if there is something unusual about my baby's pee pee...if she says he's fine, then I guess he will just be a well endowed man ;)