Mama Genes and Mama Jeans

How do I know I have the mother gene? Everyone who knows me seems so confident that I will make a great mother. I recognize that I am a caring person to whom most people find it very easy to talk. I know that I have a pretty good sense of humor and can keep my cool when it counts. What does all of that really mean? Yes, I am intuitive, but does that mean I will know what my baby needs? Would not being able to distinguish the dirty diaper cry from the hungry cry make me less of a mom? Sure, I know how to change a diaper and bathe a youngun, but does that make me more ready to be a good mom than someone who has never done those things?

In the end, I think it does come down to having a mom gene. I also have to - choose to - believe that it is also a lot about the desire to be a good mom. I have decided - and keep telling myself - that I do not have to be perfect... just good enough. Okay, so I want to be a little better than good enough, but I do not expect perfection from myself, my husband, or my child. Is that not a step on the road to "good" in terms of momminess? Sure hope so.

Now onto mommy jeans. I am not wearing them yet. I still have not gained any weight and that is plain weird. My waist is six - SIX! - inches thicker than before getting pregnant and yet I weigh less. Go figure. I have looked at those mommy jeans, though, and I have to say that they do not look so bad. Elastic instead of denim digging into my waist? CHECK!

Slacker me gets a smooch

Wow, so, I guess I have really been slacking on the blog. Work has gotten even busier, which did not seem possible. Between that and preparing for a friend to visit last weekend, I guess time just got away from me.

Let's see... my friend came for a visit for the weekend and it was wonderful to see her. I told her pretty immediately about the baby and she was very excited. I was a little nervous because she really wants to have children and her husband is just not interested. I knew she would be excited for me but I was afraid the excitement would be mixed with some not-so-good feelings and I did not want to make her feel sad. Of course, she reminded me of why she is such a wonderful friend and did not project any of what she is dealing with onto my situation. We spoke at length about her situation as well, but she was great about keeping the two separate.

I was so tired when she was in town. We walked around town a lot and stayed up pretty late. The combination about killed me. I could have slept the entire day on Sunday.

The 12 week appointment is Thursday. I will be 11 weeks, 5 days. Confession - I actually think I will be 11 weeks, 2 days. I think I am three days behind what the due date says. I guess we will see if I am closer when they date the baby this time. I am very excited to see the little one again and I know DH can't wait either.

Still not much weight gain. One pound, but I am sure that it will all catch up to me soon. I am really not "showing" at all and my clothes all still fit (maybe feeling a little tighter in the belly). My bras do not fit and I have had to invest in some a cup size up.

We are going to tour daycare centers tomorrow. Sigh. Hate thinking about leaving this little darling with strangers and I so desperately hope we find one we like... and one we like that actually has an opening by October!

Oh, and, DH kissed my belly for the first time this morning. I about melted.