and baby, too. I am really starting to feel some movement, but still not nearly as strong as some pregnant women I know about the same far-along-ness. If you’re patient, and I mean really really rediculously patient, you can see it from the outside. My back has started hurting by the end of the day and I can no longer squeeze through normal “Jen-sized” spaces as I am the same width no matter which way I turn. (I am used to being able to get through crowds of people without hollering “EXCUSE ME!” but no longer.) I get to see the midwives on Friday for my 24 week checkup. Next month is the glucose test. Last time I took it, I had borderline bad results, but the opposite of having gestational diabetes… My blood sugar levels were too low instead of too high — or something. I’m sure there is a label for that but I am hoping for perfectly acceptable levels this time around.
James has turned into a copy cat. It annoys me to no end, but sometimes it can be cute and usually makes me smile, at least once or twice. Maybe I will insert educational things into my conversations for him to mimick. He’s started finding an interest in spelling 3-letter words, but more as a game of sorts than to be able to spell the words. It started with R-E-D and H-E-B (our grocery store, which he LOVES, crazy kid) but this weekend was C-U-T and C-U-P because we were sitting at the kitchen table and he was drinking from his cup and I was cutting fabric. I’ve tried others such as C-A-T and C-A-R, B-E-D and R-E-D, and some others but those words weren’t relevant to what we were doing, so maybe that will work later.
Lowell is jumping on the word bandwagon as well and has added several funny words to his vocabulary. Most recently it’s been “gas” and “baby” which both make James giggle every time. “Applejuice” is becoming quite clear and he’s starting to copy anything you say in his consonant-deprived pronunciation. Lowell does say his name but it sounds more like “Wooooaah-awl” with the emphasis that Wall-E has when saying Wall-E. Lowell is the cutest little guy though and I’m finding myself wanting to soak up his 17 month cuteness so I can remember it when he’s handsome and tall at 17 years old, like, 15.5 years from now. How special it is to get to be his mommy!
I kiss them both all day long, every chance I get. Someday I either won’t be “cool” to kiss them, or they’ll be stinky and hairy (ew). I know the day is coming when they say, “Mo-oom” and give me that roll of the eyes and shrink away from the momma-kisses. Gotta get my smooches in while I still can!
