A Texas girl who's found herself living a crazy and chaotic Carolina life.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
23 weeks in Babyville.....
At this point you’ve pretty much adjusted to the fact you’ve got a moving little gymnast inside of you, but now they’re going to kick up the party a notch because they can hear and react to sounds from the outside world. Sounds from your alarm clock, a thunder roll, or that darned car honking at you across the intersection can actually jar their little ears enough to elicit a kick or violent bout of squirming. Of course this also means that their little ears are picking up the sounds of your voice and those near you. So go ahead, sing a lullaby to your little angel—if they start kicking, it’s likely they just want you to stop… or maybe it was a kick of approval? You decide. Your baby's tiny taste buds are still growing and their bones are continuing to ossify (harden), their tiny veins are visible through their translucent yet wrinkly skin. (Think of it this way: they’ve been swimming in the equivalent of a long hot bath for the past 23 weeks, so you can’t blame them for being a little prune-like.)
I'm a transplanted Texan, currently living outside of Charlotte, NC, with my husband, Chad, who was brave enough to take on me and my crazy brood. I am mom to 4 beautiful girls, Jordan, Kayla, Kacie, and Gracyn. We are also grandparents to our first grandchild, Tristian. We have 2 dogs, a boxer named Luke, and bullmastiff named Layla, and 3 cats, . I have had the privilage of bringing 3 additional children into the world through gestational surrogacy(their bun, my oven), and am working on journey #4. I am thrilled that I have been able to play a part in something so wonderful. I'm also a nurse in high risk OB Yes, I know it's chaos, but oh well, this is my life, and I wouldn't change it for the world!