25 weeks

25 weeks
i'm fairly certain that kenya has no idea what is about to happen in her world. she still hasn't noticed the bump or at least it hasn't deterred her from using my mid section as a pillow. i've had a few talks with her about the little lady that will soon be joining our lives but she seems uninterested. i've explained that she will still be my favorite fur ball and i've promised her many walks (perhaps more than she gets now). i've tried to tell her about the importance of being a big sister and how much the little bird will love her. all of this is lost on her as she really only cares that i keep petting her while i talk.

according to my baby app this week le bébé weighs as much as a rutabaga. i had to google a rutabaga to find out what that meant and stijn just hopes she doesn't look like a rutabaga. but i was thinking about how lucky i am to have a baby app and endless other sources for information regarding what's normal during pregnancy. my mom wouldn't have been able to google, "camel riding while pregnant" before determining whether it was safe to do so. then there are numerous books out there telling me what to expect each week in myself physically and emotionally as well as what's happening with the baby. i think there can be such a thing as too much information so i've tried to keep myself in an informed yet not obsessive place. i am grateful for the doctors midwives and women who have chronicled their experiences so that i'm not thrown off by the sudden appearance of a dark line down my stomach or so that i don't panic at the thought of my belly button never going back in. it's been eerie how dead on the books are to what i'm experiencing. case in point: i spent monday scrubbing the inside of the refrigerator, emptying all of our cupboards, and reorganizing the kitchen. apparently i am nesting and according to my book i shouldn't be surprised if i find myself scrubbing the walls. gives a whole new meaning to spring cleaning.