Little Kite Girl

I’ve been wondering when I’ll start showing. I guess it’s different for everyone- but I have noticed an increase in size in the belly area. When I lay on my back it flattens out (infuriatingly) but when I stand up or put on a belt or tight jeans I definitely have a bit of a bulge. Notice I said bulge, not bump. I feel mostly bloated and like everything that goes in doesn’t come out. So yes- everyone, if I seem to be bulkier than usual it’s not my baby. The baby is officially probably the size of a capital letter on this page. More than likely- it’s just gas.

So- the list of people in my life that are pregnant are as follows: the girl that sits behind me at work, Alicia, and my cousin Sara. Melissa has a little girl- so she beat us all to the punch- but on John’s side we’ve got little people all over the place. It’s kind of funny to realise that our girls (yes, I’ve decided that we’re having two girls…this week) will have plenty of company. I remember growing up in Groton surrounded by cousins- and I think, I KNOW that I took it for granted. There were periods of my life that I literally saw them every day. I remember getting sheets and laying them on the lawn in the backyard and laying out with Melissa and reading. I remember writing “Zac was here” on the walls of the playhouse our grandpa made us so that the younger girls would think it had cooties. I remember eating strawberries and tomatoes out of the garden and having my grandma yell things like, “Stop eating all that fruit! You’re going to get the runs!” (Oh how I wish I could get the runs lately, stupid iron/vitamin supplements disrupting my regularity). I wish I could bring my kids up in the same atmosphere. It’s SO tough, because we’ve got two amazing families, scattered all across the States and more- and I have the feeling that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never get them together all in the same place. All of a sudden I understand my sister Becca’s willingness to put her boys in a car and drive cross country to see family. She makes it happen.

Today has been pretty nice.  We woke up to a foot of snow- I got a phone call letting me know that church was “abbreviated” today, just Sacrament Meeting.  So we got dressed and got my car up the driveway and down the street (somehow) and enjoyed the meeting.  Afterwards John went outside to start the shoveling.  I helped just a little- but then went out and got some ice melt and tried to give the driveway a nice even coating.  The neighbor helped us out with his snow blower a bit- so it went a little faster.  It was kind of nice being outside in the afternoon- seeing everyone around us out shoveling the snow, waving at the cars that went by.  They actually closed the canyon while we were in our meeting- so I was trying to think of something I could make to feed the people trapped away from home…but it didn’t come to that.  Our neighbors said they were just trying to do avalanche control and probably got it cleared pretty fast.

So tomorrow is back to work- back to learning new things and trying to have some energy to get through the day.  I feel like it’s been a good weekend though- very very good weekend.  And more than that, I’m looking at a week of coming home to my wonderful home and my wonderful husband BEING here.  It’ll be a good week.  I’m going to go help him make some pizza :)