22wks 1day

Twenty-two weeks down, seventeen more to go. I'll be full term in sixteen. In six weeks, if Brother were to come that early, he would almost certainly survive. He's grown so much, yet is still so tiny. He seems to be a good sleeper, but we'll see if that's still the case when he arrives. His kicks and movements are powerful enough that sometimes you can feel and see it through my shirt. Unless daddy tries to feel. Then Brother plays possum. He seems to enjoy kicking big sister, though...he must know that she's already playing with his toys. She's pinched at my belly a few times, asking, "Dat baby come out now?" No, sweetheart. You still have us all to yourself for a little while longer. Yesterday, I put the double stroller together (it is the size of a Mack truck, y'all) and she ran up and said, "Whoa! Dat's a cool stroller, mommy!". Then, she put her stuffed-animal chickens in the baby seat and she hopped in front ~ perfectly content to be in the big-kid part of the baby carriage. Fun. And crazy. I keep having trouble imagining myself as a mommy to two kids. Even with all the kicks and the absence of a waistline, it still seems pretty surreal to me.

My next check up is Thursday, the 28th, and I should be getting on the schedule for the May c-section. Dr. Le said it would be May 19th or 20th, but having the date put in writing will make me feel better. I think we were supposed to do it at my last visit, but we were all having so much fun trying to figure out the baby's gender that I guess we all just forgot about it. It seems to be coming so soon ~ it's almost February for Pete's sake! ~ but it's dragging at the same time. You'd think that a toddler and all this cleaning would keep me busy, but no...tick tock, tick tock.