The Promised Belly Shot

Yes, I know I already look full-term, despite the fact that I have (about) 12 weeks to go. Believe me, I feel as full-term as I look.

Baby is not only growing, growing, growing (good baby!) but also constantly moving, moving, moving! She is definitely the most active of the three - although Sophia was also a little squirmer, jabber, and kicker in utero.

The kids are getting more excited by the day (true, Christmas tops the list of exciting upcoming events right now, but birth of a sibling isn't too far behind). Oliver loves to talk to the baby, often explaining to her that he's going to "save this cookie for her to have when she's born," or that she can use the white binky since he prefers the orange one. He makes her toys out of playdough, really, really wants to learn to knit so he can make her a pair of socks, and is pretty sure she'll want to play trucks when she "gets out."

Sophia is much more subtle about her interest in baby, but every now and then she'll reach out and touch my belly unexpectedly, almost in awe. She's absolutely sure that the baby should be called Lily (which is lovely) or Lucy (also lovely), but definitely not Sam (Oliver's most recent favorite). She's pretty practical about what baby will be able to do when she's born, except for her ability to learn really, really quickly (which, technically is true, but probably not in the way Sophia is hoping for). Sophia can't wait to teach her little sister to talk, sing, and most importantly, read. (She usually treats Oliver like he can read already - and then is a little miffed when he can't...).


Well, no matter her name or her interests, I suspect that she'll be well-loved!