Something's Gonna Happen

Baby Daddy Travels

I was intending to drive to Chicago this weekend to meet up with my love, Benjamin. However, this weekend's weather caused my "Baby Mama Red Flag Alert," to go off. Friday afternoon, Ben and I texted back and forth about canceling our Chicago weekend, until Ben suggested that he would just drive to Indy.

Against our better judgment, we both agreed that this was a great idea. Granted, the weekend was excellent, I'd much rather us be safe rather than sorry. Ben's drive to Indy was easy compared to his trip back. He had a near-death experience. See here: http://benkilbarger.blogspot.com/2010/12/unbearable-whiteness-of-being.html.

I'm so glad you're home safe and sound.

Weekend Holla!

Our weekend in Indy was full of lots of love and watermelon. That's right, watermelon. A new craving. During our meditation/sitting, for approximately 20 minutes my mind was hijacked by the lush fantasy of juicy, rich watermelon. After our sitting, we went to the nearest grocery, wal-mart (gag) and bought two watermelons. I would like you to visualize how I carried the watermelons, so that they didn't look like, well, you know, melons. Ben was carrying our new Egyptian Mattress Pad. Egyptian > or < regular cotton mattress pad? We didn't know, but we agreed that the lady on the front of the considerably more expensive Egyptian Mattress Pad was way hotter and looked more rested than the crappy advertisement on that regular cotton pad. Saturday was very fulfilling with our melon and mattress pad purchases.

Gosh, that watermelon was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. When we got home, I immediately chopped one in half, grabbed a spoon, and ate the entire half.

Also, in food news. Waffle House is effing delicious. I've never had it until a few weeks ago due to Ben's suggestion. The first waffle house seemed really greasy, and loud, but there is an EXCELLENT waffle house off of Pendleton Pike and 465 (fellow Indy-ans). I'm sold, and a believer.

While there, I read a great article about renting Christmas trees. Apparently, you pay a due and just return the tree after your family celebrates the holiday season. The trees are still potted and otherwise, look the same as any tree you can have chopped. Next year, Ben and I (plus baby) will be tree-renters. It just makes sense.

Moving Right Along

Long distance relationship sucks. Long-distance and pregnant = way worse. We, for the entire length of our relationship have only been away from each other 2 weeks at most. We've always had seeing each other in person set as a top priority. Seeing each other so often (plus our nightly skype date) has proved to be a life preserver for me at times. It's amazing what a hug can do.

Ben and I only have a week until we move him from Madison, Wisconsin, into my humble abode that is located in northern Indianapolis. It will be such a lovely day to switch from mechanically saying mine to saying ours. I greatly look forward to sharing my comfort zone and living space with my love. And man, it will be so great to not have to hug goodbye so often. 

Oh, Baby!

I've been super congested for 3 weeks. Apparently it's a pregnancy symptom. A way better pregnancy symptom than nausea, that's for sure! I felt the baby move again last night. It's my second "movement" experience. I look forward to them becoming more frequent. We are 16 weeks today. The baby is approximately 7 inches long, and I imagine them looking like their daddy. I hope that they are happy, healthy, and serene. I cannot wait to teach them and show them what love is, as we understand it.

Check out this awesome video to see what's happening inside my uterus. I know you do. ;-)

http://www.babycenter.com/2_inside-pregnancy-weeks-15-to-20_10308111.bc

Baby, Sex, and Thanksgiving

Knitting...

Presently, we are 15 weeks pregnant. When I last left you in this blog, we were only 5 weeks pregnant. It's amazing how fast life can change within a 10 week period. I mean, this whole experience started with surprise, fear, excitement; now we are more calm, excited, and nervous.

5 through 13 weeks were full of nausea and an overall food-dislike. It seemed like nothing was appetizing and everything that I ate was either tasteless, or downright inedible. One minute I would crave Sunkist, the next day I loathed the sight of Sunkist. I couldn't buy a week's worth of groceries without wondering what I was going to waste this week because I began to hate it. Also, paired with a food dislike, was an upset stomach if you ate too much. So if I finally found a food that I loved.... well the meal would be eaten over a period of hours versus a sitting. I would have an aching stomach pain if I was hungry, or if I ate too much.

FINALLY, last week happened. Every food I can think of is delicious. I mean delicious. I've never had better oranges, tastier spaghetti, the most appetizing pickles in all of my life. Now granted my senses have sort of flip-flopped from before, right? Weeks before, food sucked; now all food is delicious and more awesome than what it was before I was pregnant. I could get used to this I think.

Loves Obsessions: Pickles, oranges, green beans, corn, creamed corn, watermelon, spaghetti, pizza.

I literally eat a can of corn for lunch some days, and then I'm hungry an hour later. Gosh, I'm hungry all the time now.

Friday night, while I was talking to Ben on the phone, I felt the baby move for the first time! It was exactly how I've read it would be. It happened where my button is on my jeans. I was laying flat on my stomach, and then I felt like someone's hand was inside my stomach, just lightly moving around. Then it stopped. Minutes later, it happened again. It's a wonderful feeling knowing that our little person is growing healthy, seemingly happy.

Baby's Sex

In other news, Ben and I have decided to wait to find out the sex of the baby until birth. I cannot speak for Ben, but I feel like it's something that should wait. I didn't know that I would feel this way, but now that I'm pregnant, I have a strong urge to wait. I just got used to the idea that I am having a baby, and I want to keep that sacred. A part of me feels like once I know it's a girl or a boy; that I'll lose that connection to him/her being a baby. We're currently building a soul of a human being, that's healthy, and that's all I want to know in this stage.

Letting It Sink In

This past Thanksgiving, I traveled to Cincinnati with Ben to spend time with his family that lives in Milford (suburb of Cincy). We spent a couple days there, and we really had a good chance to relax. In doing so, Ben rummaged up some old photo albums of his family and when he was a baby. This is me, with my 14 week baby bump looking through the genealogy of my love. Lot's of photos, beginning with years before Ben was even thought of. I enjoyed the photos from Alan and Phyllis' (ben's parents) wedding a lot too! It is such a lovely family, a wonderful history, and I felt lucky to get to peak into the Kilbarger's family past.

Ben aka Captain Awesome

As Ben shot this photo of me, he said something along the lines of, "This can go in our family album, so that our children can look back on us too." That's when it sunk in. Ben and I are a family. And even though this person has not greeted us yet, they are the beginning of our family, the beginning of our family history, the beginning of our own family albums.

When I looked at photos of Ben as a child, it makes me so anxious to want to meet our little person. Who will they look like? Who will they act like? What will they like to do? Gosh, looking at the photo to my left, I can't help but be reassured that they will be stinking adorable.

I cannot wait to kiss their little face, bite their cheeks, read to them, hold them, teach them, paint with them, hear them giggle, hold their hand, comfort their worry, sing to them, love them. 25 weeks to go.