Week 21 - Belly Movements and the Devil Lamb
Week 21! I'm moving into the second half of my pregnancy now. Baby girl is approximately the size of a carrot and still weighs less than several stock kitchen ingredients. She also has eyebrows now, although I hope she has her dad's prettily shaped eyebrows instead of her mother's monsters that require constant upkeep. Oh, she has eyelids as well too, which means she's probably an expert at crying already, if she's anything like me.
I, however, am feeling betrayed, because I was under the impression that the second trimester of pregnancy would give me glowing skin and beautiful hair and nails. I had an acne breakout along my jawline, and I'm very upset.
(It would probably be fine, you just need to wash your face more, Carina.) I cannot BELIEVE my skin isn't perfect and LITERALLY glowing, I want a refund.
Anyway, there have been some more exciting developments this week, and so without further ado:
Baby Movement: This will probably be a recurring segment, as pregnancy progresses and my daughter continues being a very active child and more people hang out with me and feel my belly as it get bigger. But, it was very exciting this week, for a few reasons.
A of all, Isaiah felt her move, and it involved no effort on my part at all, we were just chilling, and his hand was on my belly, and she moved (apparently). I didn't feel anything, my hands were not there (I don't actually remember what they were doing), but he did! It was very nice, and I liked it.
B of all, Grandma Gillenwater (Sandy? Isaiah's mom? Anyway, the grandmother that isn't my mother) got to feel her granddaughter move! That was also a very exciting time, and another one that happened with absolutely no effort on my part, just letting her feel my growing belly. She was absolutely thrilled. Of course, when we tried to make the same thing happen for Aunt Julia, the baby had stopped, because she's highly intelligent and there's no better way to wield power than to be random about your actions.
C of all, who needs sleep in the morning when you can have a daughter kickboxing as soon as the sun rises? Better yet even, when she does it in such a way that it not only wakes you up, but because you're pressed against your husband's back, it also wakes him up, and neither of you sleep anymore because now you're awake. Personally, I thought the "crawling into bed between my parents and waking them up with kicks and jabs until the big bed is mine" would wait until she was able to leave her bed? Dear readers, I was sorely mistaken. Isaiah has realized long ago that our bed isn't his, and now it's my turn. The bed belongs to our child now, and I personally am excited to welcome the reign of our tiny overlord.
Sharknado: I know what you're thinking. "Carina, what does being pregnant have to do with sharknados?" Here's your answer: absolutely nothing. I have been wanting to watch Isaiah watch it for a while now (he's never seen it before), and I finally got him to do it.
He hated it. But that's okay! He watched it with me, and I'm sure as time goes on we will watch other terrible movies together and some of them we will enjoy and some of them we will hate and some of them we will disagree on. For me, I enjoyed watching Sharknado (both with him, and the time I watched it previously, as well as the second one. I haven't seen the third one though.) I know this has, in effect, ruined your idea of me as a refined, cultured woman, but I say to you, is not Sharknado an integral part of our culture? Can you really say you're cultured if you only experience those parts that are "high culture"? Cast off your bourgeois tendencies and come join the masses!
The Devil Lamb: As you know, part of being pregnant involves looking at a lot of baby stuff and creating registries and in general preparing for the coming of your child. I was working on that the other day, when I came across this:
I, however, am feeling betrayed, because I was under the impression that the second trimester of pregnancy would give me glowing skin and beautiful hair and nails. I had an acne breakout along my jawline, and I'm very upset.
(It would probably be fine, you just need to wash your face more, Carina.) I cannot BELIEVE my skin isn't perfect and LITERALLY glowing, I want a refund.
Anyway, there have been some more exciting developments this week, and so without further ado:
Baby Movement: This will probably be a recurring segment, as pregnancy progresses and my daughter continues being a very active child and more people hang out with me and feel my belly as it get bigger. But, it was very exciting this week, for a few reasons.
A of all, Isaiah felt her move, and it involved no effort on my part at all, we were just chilling, and his hand was on my belly, and she moved (apparently). I didn't feel anything, my hands were not there (I don't actually remember what they were doing), but he did! It was very nice, and I liked it.
B of all, Grandma Gillenwater (Sandy? Isaiah's mom? Anyway, the grandmother that isn't my mother) got to feel her granddaughter move! That was also a very exciting time, and another one that happened with absolutely no effort on my part, just letting her feel my growing belly. She was absolutely thrilled. Of course, when we tried to make the same thing happen for Aunt Julia, the baby had stopped, because she's highly intelligent and there's no better way to wield power than to be random about your actions.
C of all, who needs sleep in the morning when you can have a daughter kickboxing as soon as the sun rises? Better yet even, when she does it in such a way that it not only wakes you up, but because you're pressed against your husband's back, it also wakes him up, and neither of you sleep anymore because now you're awake. Personally, I thought the "crawling into bed between my parents and waking them up with kicks and jabs until the big bed is mine" would wait until she was able to leave her bed? Dear readers, I was sorely mistaken. Isaiah has realized long ago that our bed isn't his, and now it's my turn. The bed belongs to our child now, and I personally am excited to welcome the reign of our tiny overlord.
Sharknado: I know what you're thinking. "Carina, what does being pregnant have to do with sharknados?" Here's your answer: absolutely nothing. I have been wanting to watch Isaiah watch it for a while now (he's never seen it before), and I finally got him to do it.
He hated it. But that's okay! He watched it with me, and I'm sure as time goes on we will watch other terrible movies together and some of them we will enjoy and some of them we will hate and some of them we will disagree on. For me, I enjoyed watching Sharknado (both with him, and the time I watched it previously, as well as the second one. I haven't seen the third one though.) I know this has, in effect, ruined your idea of me as a refined, cultured woman, but I say to you, is not Sharknado an integral part of our culture? Can you really say you're cultured if you only experience those parts that are "high culture"? Cast off your bourgeois tendencies and come join the masses!
The Devil Lamb: As you know, part of being pregnant involves looking at a lot of baby stuff and creating registries and in general preparing for the coming of your child. I was working on that the other day, when I came across this:
It's so cute!!! and precious looking!!!! and it's probably super soft and oh I remember I had a stuffed lamb doll when I was little and I loved it and and basically I fell in love and immediately clicked "Add to Registry." About half a second after I did that I realized I had done something very very awful.
See, this lamb is no ordinary stuffed lamb doll for cuddles and loving. No. This is a "baby soother," which means it makes noises (6 different sounds!) all in the name of softly lulling your tired baby off to the sweet bliss of sleepytime land. BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE. Not only will it make sounds when you push the button as you shove the lamb into the room with a crying baby and shut the door so you can take a shower (or whatever else you've been neglecting because crying baby) it will also RESPOND to a baby's cries by turning back on the noises for another twenty minutes.
Now, it's one thing if a toy/doll makes noises when you push a button. Whatever, it's not ideal, but you can't avoid them. But this!!!!!! Ignoring the whole ideally I'd like my baby to be a self-soother as much as possible, and the fact that this toy is designed to create sensory overload which not all babies respond to by knocking themselves out, THIS IS A HORROR STORY JUST ASKING TO HAPPEN. Remember these????
Furbys come with a "mind of their own," full of interactive phrases and actions and 90's kids have plenty of stories to tell of Furbys, years later with dead batteries, moving and saying things in response to some unknown stimuli. This lamb is just an evolution of that technology!!!
Anyway, Furbys are terrifying, and once I had read the product description, I realized just how terrifying the DEVIL LAMB was as well. It is now out of my registry list. A word of warning, just because something looks cute and adorable, doesn't mean it actually is.
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