morning stretches

I've been taking full advantage of as much rest and sleep as possible this pregnancy.  Partly because I feel like it's a good excuse to be lazy, but also because there have been too many moms encouraging me to.  So when I say that I stayed in bed until 9:45, it's not to cause jealousy.  Because believe me, I'm fully aware that I'm less than a month away from sleeping in 3 hour time increments.

One thing I'm loving right now--I think it's safe to say it's my favorite time of the day--is that time period in the morning when I'm awake but haven't started stirring yet, and I feel a little movement inside my belly.  I'll be lying there with my eyes open for about 2 or 3 minutes, just enjoying the feeling of the warm covers and the daylight trying to peek through our curtains, not really thinking about anything in particular.  And if I'm comfortable enough, my pregnant belly won't even be screaming out at me that it's in the way.  Then Roscoe will start to stretch out a little and change positions.  Why is it cute?  Why does it make me smile?!  (Now that's the BIG question, because no matter what time I wake up, nothing can really make me smile in the morning.)  So I put my hand on my belly and enjoy the 30-45 seconds of my son finding a more comfortable position.

I can't wait for Mark to be able to feel it.  Until then, it's nice having something all for me.  I can't wait to meet this baby and share him with everyone who already loves him so much.  I am so excited to see friends and family hold my child.  But (this will sound selfish and I don't intend for it to) the one thing I don't have to share is the feeling the baby's sweet movements throughout the day.  I look at it as one of those grace-given gifts from God to mothers.  In the midst of all the pains and annoyances of pregnancy, there's those little things that make it all worthwhile.

I really, really, really can't wait to meet you, son.