This baby has gone through way too many name changes so far. I think I may stick with this one though: The Beast. I know what you're thinking--that doesn't sound very motherly of me. What child wants to realize that his or her (especially her) mother bestowed such a name. Let me plead my case.
Point A: This baby has started kicking me hard enough to actually cause pain. I screamed, in fact. There is movement all the time, and big movement. I know Saw did a lot of that, but it was way later than this. It's too early! Let's realize that I have like four more months or something for The Beast to grow stronger. Not good.
Point B: There is already sibling rivalry. Whenever Sawyer sits down in my lap, The Beast immediately starts punching or kicking him in the back. Saw hasn't noticed yet, but it won't be long until he does.
Point C: I am suddenly ENORMOUS. I'm scared to even put a picture up of me now because I feel like The Beast has exploded. Then my mom tells me, "Well, don't forget that I was a 9-pound baby, your dad was a 10-pound baby, and his brother was a 12-pound baby." I am officially terrified.
The Beast is so strong and active already that I am actually kind of freaking out about the next few months as s/he grows stronger and bigger. What will really crack me up is if The Beast ends up being a five-pound little girl. Oh, the stories we'll tell at her rehearsal dinner...
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