Edging Past the 1st Trimester

Well, we are just about to claw our way past the first trimester with the fingernails I’m making right now.  I just love being pregnant (nausea, swollen… everything, and all) and feeling connected to this little spark of life inside me.  This is a busy week for me and my belly buddy.  Not only am I working on those super sharp baby fingernails that will draw blood on me this summer, I am also working on tooth sockets and a larynx. 

Oh, that little larynx.  The source of joy and despair.  The font of all the beautiful and terrible things kids say to their parents.  With what I create this week, I empower my child to give vent voice to his* thoughts, desires and feelings.  At 3 am.  And at all other inconvenient times of his choosing.  I give him the ability to tell me that I am the best mother on the whole earth.  (I actually heard that from TSM3 in the last couple of days.  God bless him.)  I also give him the ability to tell me that I’m fired.  (And, yes, I heard that one about a month ago from TSM2.)

Being part of creating a new life is a fascinating and sometimes mysterious thing.  I think often of how dependent babies and children are, and also how quickly they begin to assert their God-given ability to make choices and develop opinions.  It is a remarkable and staggeringly profound process.  Despite all the craziness of parenting a large-ish family (and sometimes because of it), I love being the mother of my TSMs.  Somehow the insanity keeps me sane.  Go figure.

Here’s a fun little pregnancy site for the visually inclined:  The Visible Embryo.  You can see week by week how a typical embryo/fetus looks.  Pretty cool.

 

* No.  We have no insider information to share about the baby’s gender.  Given our track record and that of the rest of Doug’s family, however, the smart money is on another boy.

~ by quiregirl on January 5, 2009.