Spoke Too Soon

Our wee friend changed positions just enough to where the sum of her movements for today have all involved my bladder, save one really special series of kicks directly on my cervix.

However, though I risk jinxing it by saying anything, I'm feeling pretty damn good. No, not as good as not being pregnant and instead being the hockey-playing mother to a fantastic perfectly healthy little girl will feel, but pretty damn good.

I think all my trimesters have been sorta backwards -- I wasn't at all extra tired during the first, was completely exhausted in the second and now, in the third, I have a crapload more energy and fewer aches and pains than I did in the third. I don't know what's up with that but I'm doing my best to channel the energy into getting ready for this kid.

Kicking Machine

So far, this kid is all legs. I don't get punched all that often, but I do get kicked. A lot. But for the moment, I'm lucky. She's basically sitting up, with her head just under my ribs, her ass nestled in my pelvis. That means her legs stretch right across my bladder and colon, but are not (usually) right over them.

Translation: most of the time, when she moves, it's all legs and it just feels very cool. I have complete faith that when she turns, it won't be quite as cool but for now, I'm just enjoying the ride.

Poke

Yesterday, we went to the movies during prime baby activity time (she's usally wide awake and poking, kicking and dancing between 2-5 pm). A few times, she poked me in the same place so finally, I figured, back at ya, sister, and I poked her a little further down from the first spot.

A few seconds later, I got a poke back in the new spot. So we did it again, but then she lost interest and went back to dancing on my bladded.

But this is the first time she's reacted that clearly to something I did. Bring it on, wee one.

One Busy Kid

The wee one has spent the week doing some sort of dance moves on or near my bladder (and colon!). She seems to have a somewhat regular pattern -- apeshit in the afternoons between 2-5, then again between 9-11 pm. If she keeps up this pattern of great awakeness after she arrives, her schedule shouldn't be too horrific for us.

But being that she's our kid, that she's *this* kid, who from day 1 has had her own idea about when things happen, including her own conception, I won't count on anything.

Except the fact that every kick means she's doing what she's supposed to do -- grow. And that I already love her like nobody's business.

So, Um

Do you buy diapers in advance? And if so, how many of each size? We are boldly planning to use cloth but not exclusively (again, us with the whole laundry thing), which I think will mean only when we have enough of them clean and ready to go and we're not planning to leave the house with Murrita.

Given that, maybe we'll need disposables half the time until we either declare ourselves Masters Of Hip-Looking Cloth Diapers or utter failures and move to disposables all the time. So how many do we get and when it is safe (in terms of jinxing anything) to get them? Bueller? Anyone?

*Edit* What I mean is, we'll have enough cloth to start out with (thank you, Susan!) but I'm trying to figure out how many disposables to get. Some of these things are just not that obvious!!

Woah

My next doctor's appointment is in 4 weeks. When I'll be 30 weeks along. As in, almost done being pregnant. In some ways it's like I've been pregnant forever -- I can't remember what it feels like to button my pants or tuck in a t-shirt, let alone how it feels to play hockey, but in other ways it seems totally unreal that we're already so far along.

That in 13.5 weeks (or less) Ms. Murrita will make her eagerly-awaited appearance in our lives. Wow.

Milestone

Today is the day that one of my favorite t-shirts (Tri-County Breeder Services, featuring a lovely picture of a cow) fit me like all the shirts Britney seemed to wear. Which for her would have meant another few weeks of wear, but for me, meant instant shirt retirement. Sigh.

I'm only postponing the inevitable, that day when I drag out the leggings and mumus.