Bondo

Brooke and I celebrate our third wedding anniversary today. We have a lot of changes coming up this year, and I’m looking forward to most of them. I’m not looking forward to working opposite shifts so that we don’t have to pay for childcare, but all of the other stuff, like having a baby and being mommies, should prove to be good.

I don’t know what I would do without her, though. Brooke has been kind enough to massage my hips, sides, and belly with cocoa butter at night. We have no illusions about keeping stretch marks away, but it’s a nice ritual. Then she made me toast last night at midnight – two slices, and not even at the same time – and didn’t whine when I got her up at 7 this morning for my midwife appointment. Together, we heard Ebry’s heart beat. Together, we talked to the midwife about our questions and thoughts. Together, we made appointments for my big ultrasound and my next visit. At my next visit, I’ll be 20 weeks along. That’s halfway there.

I’m 40% done now. Brooke and I have been able to feel my uterus for a few weeks now, but I don’t think I’ve felt the baby move. That’s the next step. I want Brooke to feel the baby more than anything. She says she’s bonding with the kid already, but I think she’s really just bonding with my uterus.