This has been by far the strangest of all three pregnancies. I blame my weird behavior on this boy, while I still can.
1. He is very particular. I woke up one Sunday morning, and I knew the exact handbag that I wanted to use that day. A black patent leather bag. He absolutely insisted.
2. He adores stripes and patterns in black, white, and gray. Occasionally, he enjoys splashes of bright red and sage green.
3. He would not let me settle until I find the thing that strikes his fancy. His pickiness has been handy as we have been decorating our new home. He knows exactly what he wants. Last week, we finally found the perfect lampshade. Three months later.
4. His brothers were so easy to please when they were in my belly. They wanted rice, soy sauce, and eggs
for breakfast. This guy wants prosciutto. With crunchy toast and French brie.
5. When I was at the deli counter, I heard myself telling the server, "The baby thinks this tastes too much like ham." The kind server actually took me seriously. After evaluating their selection of prosciutto, he chose the most expensive kind. Of course he would. My taste buds are suddenly keenly aware of the different textures, depths of flavor, and the fat contents -- of prosciutto, of all things.
FYI: He only get a quarter of a pound per week.This kid needs some boundaries.
6. Like his brothers, he loves meat. But he likes meat in very particular ways. While I am typing this (at 10:30 p.m.), I am eating a warm chicken salad, with avocado, dried cherries, and a good squeeze of lime juice.
7. He is the most active of the three brothers. His kicks are the most frequent and the strongest, especially when I am trying to sleep. At twenty weeks, the brothers felt like butterflies in my tummy. With him, I could see my belly shaking and protruding at various places.
8. Occasionally, he wants an icy drink of squeezed lemon juice. With salt. His dad prefers honey.
9. He gives me severe writer's block.
10. But he makes me paint and draw. A pleasure lost to me for the past six years. He somehow brought it back.
11. He makes me cry. Not a lot (thankfully). But about the
most unexpected things. I would be chopping vegetables, and bam! A thought would come and the tears would start.
12. He is a late bloomer. During the first and second trimesters, the ladies at church were convinced that I was pregnant with a girl. Everyone kept telling how "normal" I looked, and how I "glowed." According to them, I was so big, swollen, and puffy during the first two pregnancies.
Yeah. I think I lost my glow. And I am back to being big, swollen, and puffy again.
I am definitely having another boy. I can't wait.