Week 26

Another week down, and another week closer to meeting Baby Miller. All in all, this was a good week. I know that everyone says this, but I am feeling fairly certain that this baby is going to come out as a kick boxer... I've gotten use to the feeling of being kicked in various parts of my belly, ribs, and side, but it still makes me laugh every time. I have noticed that Baby Miller is on a schedule already. Baby is very active in the morning and at night, and he/she sometimes kicks "on demand", which always gives me a little thrill. Already a good listener.

Baby Miller does not, however, frequently cooperate when I'm trying to get Chris to feel the movements. He has felt the baby move a few times, but I feel kind of bummed that he doesn't get to feel it all of the time like I do.

This past week Chris went out of town for the first time since we found out I was pregnant, and at the same time I took a trip out to Houston to visit Lorraine for her 30th birthday. This trip was one of the first times I have gotten emotional about traveling without Chris. It occurred to me as I was waiting to take off that Chris and I are about to have a family, and it was a little overwhelming to realize how much love I have for my husband and for our baby. As a Christian, it's impossible not to think about the sacrifice that God made when he sent His son to die- I haven't even met this baby yet, and I already feel more love for it than I ever could have imagined.

Highlights from week 26: Baby Miller can now hear us talking to him/her. Guess I'll have to start teaching Chris some lullabies...

Low points of week 26: My tail bone has a mind of it's own. I found out this week that being on a turbulent flight when 6 months pregnant is likely to end badly...