The thing about having an übersexual as a husband, is that he can sometimes be irritatingly sensitive. Admittedly, sometimes it comes in handy. I have not felt the baby kick at all, but D who now sleeps with his hand on my tummy (which is another rant-y post altogether), reassures me that PD is most active in the morning as he feels more kicks. As I still cannot differentiate my digestive movements from PDs, I usually get D to confirm whether he is still alive before I go to sleep. I had to ask the ultrasound technician to label and specifically point out parts we were checking as the whole screen was just a blur and a blob to me. D however could pick out the spine and the heart beating. D has so far asked me 5 times (I keep count of such irritations) how it feels like to be pregnant. He has mentioned many times that he wishes he could experience it, even for a day (and I often wish that he is the one pregnant too). He wants to know if I go around having that "Magical-glow-knowing-I-am-creating-life" feeling, if I feel, I don't know, stupendous or something. I am however the wrong person to ask such questions. I explained to him that I dont really feel any differently except for specific moments in time when I cannot bend over to tie my shoelaces, or when I find diffficulty in reaching over the sink to wash dishes. Other than that, nada. Well, I do feel fat if that makes him feel better. He will press on and ask if I feel the baby growing, and how that feels. By this time my irritation starts to show and I tell him that it pretty much feels like when you have poo build up to the size of a bowling ball for 9 months..but no pain involved. Other than that, I cannot explain it because I don't feel different. He then gets upset that I am not more poetic about my situation. I tell him that the poo analogy is about as poetic I will ever be. I really wish scientists would try to figure out how to get men pregnant already...just to save me others like me from such irritating questions. Funny, D will not ask what it feels like to pass said bowling ball out..I suppose sensitivity has its limits.

His sensitivity has reached new heights this evening as he was informed by Air Canada that his flight from Philly tonight has been cancelled and they have put him on a flight tomorrow morning..and if that flight isnt delayed he might just make her birthday brunch. If it is delayed, then he will miss her birthday party. He is freaking out because this might be the case. I am freaking out because I may have to entertain our guests on my own, and make waffles. Sash is freaking out because she has had 3 cupcakes (well, the icing) today. To calm ourselves down, we threw a ball to each other. She would throw it, I say thank you, she says you're welcome and it's my turn, I would throw it back, she would catch it, giggle hysterically, say thank you, I would say you're welcome, and this was repeated over and over again for 30 minutes. I gave her a bath, read 4 books and she fell asleep. I am going to turn in now and if all goes well, D will be back bright and early tomorrow...if not.....