The reason for the title...The little girl I tend says that Baby Bighton is in my belly. It is the cutest thing I've ever heard. I make her say it over and over again on a daily basis when I see her.
Ben and I went out to Chili's tonight. We had a coupon for free chips and salsa, and also cake so we decided to go out tonight, I was not in the mood to cook. Which lately is more and more often. Poor Ben, and baby are deprived of nutritional food that I can make at home, but I am just not in the mood, and I am sure once the babe comes the eating out will continue at least for a few days, but I am hoping that going out to eat will slow down once the baby comes.
Ok, on to why I was really blogging. While at Chili's...Ben and I were discussing what I had ate today. Which wasn't much, but I definitely hadn't starved our child or myself by any means.
Ben got really close to my belly and said "Food" in a really funny voice and the baby kicked, he did it again, and Little Scout moved again.
Little Scout definitely likes his food, as does his mother and father. We joked that our baby will come out fat, dumb, and happy from all of the food that he constantly gets.
I think about not being pregnant anymore and I get sad. The feeling I get when he moves around and even when he is up in my rib cage, is a great feeling. Something I will definitely miss, but having him here will be ALL worth it.