Call me crazy . . . .

I have come to the conclusion that this baby already has a definite personality - and I am certain he is one stubborn and determined little guy! I first realized this while I was visiting my SIL and the girls during the day. As I sat there going over different birthday cake design options, I kept leaning forward over my computer. Apparently, this little guy did not like me sitting that way (I must have been cramping his style!) so he would kick the heck out of me. When I leaned back, he would calm back down again.

Then, on Friday night we went to services. The woman leading everything . . . well, let's just say if my mom was around, she would have echoed my thoughts that we should call someone to shoot the poor dying animal and put it out of its misery. Well, every time she opened her mouth to sing on her own, the little guy would start kicking and squirming - it felt like he was trying to break out to strangle her. I kept imagining him with his hands over his ears and throwing a little temper tantrum about the awful noise. When the woman stopped singing, he was nice and calm, and when those with beautiful voices were singing, I could feel him dancing and swaying along.

I finally made it home, and I'm fairly certain he helped me cheer on Michael Phelps to victory in yet another historic race (the 100 m butterfly that he won by .01 seconds). My mother watched the Watergate hearings all summer when I was born, and I have always been drawn to politics/litigation/lobbying my whole life, so it could be my current obsessions with Wimbledon, the Olympics, and the upcoming US Open will mean this guy will spend his life striving to achieve some great sports feat. Poor thing. . . I have a feeling he will be at a genetic disadvantage, however, if this is his life's dream.

When I went up to bed, I decided to take out a book and read. As I sat there reading a particular scene in my book that described a touching moment between mother and son, I could have sworn this little guy knew what I was reading. At the right moment, he sort of reached out and touched me, and then kind of swirled around in a way that made me feel like he had just reached out and given me a huge hug! Yes, I know how crazy a thought that is . . . but I stand by it, and I'll blame the pregnancy hormones! I got all teary-eyed and weepy. DH thought I was crying over a cheesey book, and just laughed at me. Of course, I thought that was less embarrassing than what I was thinking, so I kept my mouth shut.

I am pleased to say that I am starting to feel better . . . the cold is gone, and the antibiotics seem to be working on my latest UTI (and perhaps might have nipped my impending sinus infection in the bud). I am loving all the movement I have been feeling from the little one lately - remind me of that later if I start complaining about that!