Discomfort

I just hit five months, and I'm uncomfortable already.  This doesn't bode well given that I know I'm only going to get even bigger. The worst part is I'm not all that big right now. I'm showing, but I don't think I'm all that big.  But of course I am big for me. I have never been overweight, and certainly have never been the weight I am now.  I also have a short torso, so even though baby is not all that big I still feel like everything is pushing up into my ribs.

The best way I can describe it is the feeling you have after having eaten a very large meal.  But the problem is no amount of walking will take the feeling away.  And forget waking up in the morning after everything has been digested and you once again have your flat stomach because that's not happening either.  Oh how I miss you flat stomach and the great way I felt with you.

Finger Fat?

Dennis and I were eating dinner last night, and he says, "well, you're not gaining weight in your fingers."  Well, thank God for that because that's exactly the area of my body I was most worried about.
In all fairness to Dennis, he wasn't really commenting on my overall weight gain; he just noticed that my engagement ring still had sufficient movement on my finger.  But the comment nevertheless still cracks me up.  For the record, I have only gained six pounds; none of which are in my fingers (big sigh of relief).

Nursery

Before we even knew what we were having, I already envisioned the nursery.  I knew exactly what I wanted for a boy or for a girl. The inspiration for Baby Fowler's room is a throw pillow from Target.  It is champagne with lavender velvet flowers.  I did not choose this pillow from the kid's section, and that's because the nursery will not be your typical baby nursery.  No sleeping teddy bears, no moons, no stars, no butterflies, and most importantly no pastels.  My daughter's room will be classy, chic and sophisticated.  The lavender I speak of is not the pastel purple you see in the kid's section; instead, it is a deep, almost grey lavender that I will pair with eggplant purple.  The curtains I have already purchased look like silk and have both shades of purple in them.
Today, we purchased a gorgeous side table that is distressed antique white.  We also bought some great accessories for the room.  Prior to going shopping today I had a rather affordable crib picked out from JCPenny.  But, I have since found a much more expensive crib that is exactly what I had in mind.  It is distressed antique white, and it screams shabby chic.  Unfortunately, the cost of this newly discovered crib will exceed the cost of the JCPenny crib plus mattress by at least $100.  So what is a girl to do?  Buy the more expensive aka perfect crib of course. 

Music Lover

Music has been such a huge part of my life, and I will no doubt try to make music a big part of my child's life. I'm hoping she embraces it as much as I have.  To encourage this, we plan to buy an iPod for Baby Fowler so we can download all of our favorite music.  Then we will put a dock station in her room, so she can have music playing whenever she wants.  So far, I know she likes Lady Gaga and the Kooks.  At least that how's I'm interpreting her movements. Yesterday, she was moving occasionally, but once Lady Gaga's "The Edge of Glory" started playing she didn't stop moving the entire time the song was playing. Then today, I hadn't felt her move very much, but once I started playing the new Kooks album she was moving like crazy.  That's sufficient for me to officially label my baby both a Lady Gaga and Kooks fan.

Baby Movement

I'm pretty sure I've been feeling the baby move these last two weeks, but I definitely felt movement last night.  For the most part, the movement I've been feeling has been isolated, so I wasn't sure if it was her. It's hard to articulate what it feels like, but the best I can come up with is a wave-like effect in your stomach.  It almost tickles a little bit too.  It's definitely like no other feeling I've ever had.  After I felt this wave-like feeling last night I immediately put my hand to my stomach and she either kicked or punched me. At that point I had no doubt in my mind that these weird feelings have definitely been her.  Unfortunately, when I had Dennis put his hand on my stomach she didn't repeat.
As I write this blog, I have felt her move a few times, and it is both the strangest and most wonderful feeling in the world.