Cubby

The Cub is getting heavy. I've noticed these past couple of days it's getting tougher and tougher to bend down, get up or roll over. Hmm, I sound like a dog, but take my word on this. My official weight gain as of today is 11.5 lbs, but some days it feels like 60.5 lbs. Cubby is hyper active too. It feels like he's got a trampoline in there or maybe he's busting out a little Dance Dance Revolution. Perhaps a little Wii tennis? It's a weird feeling, but an awesome one. I remember before I ever felt him kick, I wondered what it would be like. I couldn't imagine feeling my baby moving around inside my stomach. To be honest, I was little freaked out about it. But now, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. I love feeling him kick and flip and do his thing. I hope he's comfortable in there, not too cramped. I wonder what he'll look like when he comes out. I always picture a lot of dark black hair and olive skin. I hope he has his Daddy's eyelashes. And smile, And smarts. I hope he has everything he needs during his stay in my belly. Fresh towels, pillows, blankets, slippers. Is he warm enough? Is he hungry? Tired? Bored? Is it totally weird that I have these questions? I can't believe we're going to meet him in three short months. I guess we better decide on a name!