Hoping for an Alien encounter

It's so weird. Later today we'll (hopefully) find out whether we're going to have a daughter or a son.

For a good majority of my life I couldn't imagine having children; it wasn't something that appealed to me. I'm career oriented (not that Moms can't be) but I guess that part of me was also pretty selfish. I could not imagine, nor did I want to think about, working a child into my daily schedule.  Now, I can't imagine NOT working a child into my schedule. As each week of my pregnancy has progressed, not only have I fallen more and more in love with my husband and my "little alien," I've also fallen out of love with the idea of working 24/7.

Last weekend when Aaron and I painted the new den (which we refer to as "the birdroom") I said, as part of general conversation, "We're going to be parents." Parents. While it came out so logically it still stopped both of us in our tracks. Parents. That is such a weird thing to actually think about or say out loud. I'm going to be known as "Mama." It's like... you conceive this child, you wait 40 weeks and then it's just handed to you like "here, keep this alive for the next 18 years."

I'm hoping that Alien cooperates today. I desperately want to be able to call him/her by their name. Right now we're calling it Alien, Baby Molloy, Kid, Plummy (don't ask) and then also a combination of our boy/girl name combined (you know, like movies stars do; Bennifer, Brangelina etc.). Come 3:00 it should have a name. Although we AREN'T sharing the names publicly until Alien is born, we will definitely keep you posted as to what gender y'all can expect.

As for pregnancy updates: Overall I feel pretty good. My biggest issue has just been heartburn (like you wouldn't believe- so I fully expect to birth a baby covered head to toe with black hair). My other symptom has been an incredible laziness. I am so lazy that I can't even stand myself.

On Monday, 1/2/12, I felt Alien kicking at me for the first time. I was sitting with a client and I felt this little "bomp, bomp, blurrrp." I had the hardest time keeping it together so I convinced myself it was just a hunger pain or gas. The very next day, it was unmistakable- Alien was kicking (or punching... or doing Morse code). Last night Aaron was able to feel a little tap on the outside. It's so weird.

Alien's current favorite foods are rice crispy treats, gumballs (weird, huh?), ice cream, bagels, red meat and anything with avocado/guacamole (still!). My only food "aversion" has been anything to do with eggs, which is really weird because I normally eat them everyday!

That's really all for the updates right now. Seriously though, tick-tock. 3PM can't come soon enough. Please cross your fingers that Alien cooperates to keep this Mother-ship happy. We all know that patience is NOT my personal virtue; I have 21 weeks to get my lazy ass in gear and my house organized. Boy or girl I personally have no preference (well, maybe a teensy bit) but really, so long as it's healthy and doesn't look like an alien, we're good. So, Alien, don't be bashful today. We want to see your goods. Mama and Daddy will buy you something nice if you show us your privates.

Ugh, I'm already bribing my child. Lord help me.