Week Sixteen

My baby is getting toenails this week! At least according to babycenter.com, it is. Books I have read warn that babies often come out of the womb with crazy long and sharp nails after nine months with no manicure and that you should puts socks on their wee little hands to keep them from scratching themselves in the face. It is hard to imagine what a shock it must be for all the little nubbies, emerging from their bubble of perfect safety to a bright, loud, terrorizing place where you can't even scratch your nose for fear of poking out your own eye. I feel ya, Nubby.

Things are still pretty much the same, which is why I haven't written much. Even my baby daddy asked last night when I was going to start looking like I was pregnant. I guess the irrationality and extra sleeping has lost its charm now and he wants physical proof. But all my clothes still do fit (I'm not complaining) and I weigh less still then I did back in June (again, not complaining). I've read that anytime in the next four weeks I could begin feeling baby movements in my belly. I don't want to wish away the time, but I do wish I could start feeling those movements, just so I could begin to feel a real connection to the Nubby who seems content to just drift in a small space, growing toenails.

My biggest news is that today I told my boss that I was pregnant. I was really nervous about it; not because I thought he'd take it badly - he's a very nice man and a father to boot - but just because I don't like bringing personal things into the workplace and I don't like talking about myself. But of course, it went fine, and he offered me many congratulations. He said that he thought that having a child was the most significant thing a person could do in life and didn't seem concerned about the time I would need off. I'm very thankful that I have such a good job - that both of us do - and that we will be able to provide well for the Nubby. And later, we'll be able to afford therapy for the Nubby to fix all the stuff we screw up!

Friday is our next doctor's appointment. I think it will be fairly low key because I plan on turning down the testing, but maybe we'll get to listen to the heartbeat again. Such a happy, spastic little sound.