There's a baby in my belly!

Hodayah knows well to say there's a baby in mommy's belly.  Whenever I ask her what's in mommy's belly, she says "A baby!"  The other day, she pointed to her own belly and said their was a baby in it.  We laughed and told her that was silly billy.  One day, she looked at Abba, pointed to his belly and said "baby".  I laughed.  Abba did not.

Well now we['ll] have one of each!

We went to the doctor today.  We got lots of good news.  Our baby is healthy and no scares this time, baruch Hashem!  We also found out something else - see this video, specifically, minute 3:13.  Oh Girl!  And soon, Oh Boy!

(P.S. - We're only having one baby, not twins.  But I Love Chandler's expressions here.)

To tell or not to tell

I was not subtle on the subway trying to see if I could get a seat from anyone.  I stuck my belly right out there.  No seats.  Not surprised.  But there was my friend, Sarah, staring at my belly.  So she knows.  Which is kind of a relief b/c now I can talk about it with someone else. 

I was also not subtle in shul today sticking out my belly and holding my chumash at just the right spot so it highlighted my belly.  And another friend noticed, and then point blank asked me.  That was actually kinda funny.  "Are you expecting a baby?"  I said "I Hope so!"

So now two people know.  And according to the first one, people are speculating.  Oy.  So do I tell my family?  or just surprise them?  I really like the idea of just showing up with my big belly and surprising people.  And they're going to notice eventually.  But if I don't tell them, and just show up at the bar mitzvah in a month with a giant belly, I can imagine them being really angry, and I don't want that.  And how long before someone notices and figures it out and tells them before I do?  Can you imagine?! 

What do I dooooo?!

Second trips are for losers

Apparently, if I sit on the toilet long enough, I can pee all over again, and I can save myself a second trip to the bathroom.  How convenient!

Here I am!

We aren't ready to tell yet.  But my belly is super ready.  On Wednesday, in a meeting with a Rabbi, I sat with my coat on my lap hoping he wouldn't notice.  Later on, I thought "Why did I care so much if he noticed?!"  But we're not ready to tell.  But I feel like Espresso Bean is screaming it from the rafters "HERE I AM!!!"  Now if only I could cash this in for a seat on the subway...hmmm....

Surprise!

My clothes are not fitting me.  My belly is sticking out more often.  I'm only about 10 weeks.  I should not be showing yet.  At this rate, I will have to wear a maternity dress to a family wedding in November, and for sure to my nephew's bar mitzvah in December.  And then my family will know.  And that will be super fun...for no one...  Altho the shocked look on everyone's faces at the wedding and for sure at the bar mitzvah might be priceless.  
Also, I don't really have warm maternity clothes.  I'm so not prepared.  To be fair, it went from hot humid weather to like 50 degrees like overnight, so even normal humans aren't prepared for winter.  
Also, since i'm not supposed to compare this pregnancy to last time, fine.  What if I get super fat and my face gets swallowed up and no one recognizes me, like what happened to someone I know?!  What do I do?!  Aaaack!

Girls just wanna have fun

I really need this baby to be a girl.  I told the dr that and she said that's really out of her control.  (Stupid dr.!)  (just kidding, I really like that dr.).  But like I Really need this baby to be a girl.  First of all, we already have all girly stuff, like clothes and what not.  I don't want to have to buy boy stuff.  Second of all, girl stuff is waaaay cuter than boy stuff.  Third of all, I really know nothing about boys and I don't want to have to deal with flying pee all the time.  But most most importantly, Moshe has a boy name all picked out that I do Not want, and he think he can wear me down and get me to agree, and I am not good at arguing with him.  Also, he will be the one to tell the Rabbi the name we chose and I won't be able to move to stop him.  I could have my father tackle him...maybe I'll do that...  But really, it would just be so much simpler if it could be a girl.

In reality, if it's a boy, I will love it just as much, and really I just hope and pray for a healthy safe baby.  

But I can still hope for a girl :)