Week 17

Today I am already 17 weeks pregnant.  I have no idea where the past 17 weeks have gone.  In three weeks I’ll already be halfway there to getting to meet the little person that is currently growing in my belly.  I am going to try to remember to take some pictures and write down what I’m feeling or else the baby will be here and I will have not a single picture and my child will grow up to have typical second child syndrome.  Especially since I made an entire scrapbook dedicated to what I was doing week by week for my pregnancy with Adam. 

Yes, I am aware this makes me a big dork, but I love it and I love looking at it.  I know it’s going to take much more of an effort to make one this time, with two babies to look after but I am looking forward to it.

Maybe this is just the energy burst talking that I am finally feeling like doing lots after feeling like doing absolutely nothing the first two months.  I’m trying to take advantage of this new found energy and do all the tasks I’ve put off oh since oh, about when I was pregnant with Adam.  I’ve ordered more contacts, purged all my old papers (I guess I really don’t need an old electric bill from London days- do I?? I can still go get it from the trash) and I have organized all of Adam’s old baby clothes by size.

Adam has no idea that there is a baby coming but when we ask him where the baby is he almost always points to my belly (the other times he points to my breasts, close at least).  If he’s in a good mood he’ll even kiss my belly and tell the baby ‘Ove you’.  It pretty much breaks my heart every time.  I know there will be an adjustment and he’ll have to learn to share his parents but I just have this feeling he’ll be a great big brother (please don’t throw these words down my throat when he’s pinched his little brother or sister for the tenth time).

Here is new baby ali at 17 weeks.

And just so we can dispel any question as to whether it is in fact a myth that you’re much larger, much quicker with your second baby here I am pregnant with Adam at 17 weeks (yes at 17 weeks I apparently like to dress all in back and take blurry cell phone pics in the mirror, at least I’m consistent).  I actually remember taking this picture like it was yesterday. We had just come back from Italy and we were heading off to France for a couple weeks before we moved back to the States for Randy to start his job at USAID.

I was meeting Randy after his Arabic lesson and we were going to go eat at Steak Frites off of Marylebone Road.  I got dressed and it was the first time I felt like I had an actual baby belly.  And yes, Steak Frites was delicious even well done!