Let me start this short post by saying that I LOVE both of my boys. I love my cutie-patootie who is taking a great nap right now, and I love my little man who is currently punching me in the spleen and kicking me in the lungs simultaneously (that is a hard word to spell!).
I wanted to make my love clear before I wrote my next statement because I didn't want anyone to think too badly of me.
I really think the best analogy for this little guy growing inside of me at this moment is a parasite. He's a precious, darling, and loved parasite, but he is still a parasite. My husband has gotten on to me for calling him this by saying, "Isn't it more of a symbiotic relationship?"
Nope, Nada, No way! If you look up that word (or if you were in my fifth grade science class :)) you would know that for a symbiotic relationship to occur both organisms mutually benefit. There is not much evidence for mutual benefit.
My sweet little parasite is stealing my food, my energy, expanding my dimensions, and using my internal organs for soccer practice. And the little guy has not helped me out by giving me strong fingernails or a clearer complexion.
Oh well. I love him all the same and can't wait to meet him! He'll be arriving by November 17 in either Jackson, MS or Birmingham, AL.
Sorry for all the science terms. Now I'm going to take a short nap and try to steal back some of that energy that my baby boy is sucking out of me!