The belly is changing but still not showing enough for others to see. I like how the body is adapting and the baby is finding his place and warmth to grow. Nature really does find a way to make wonderful things happen. Weird dreams are popping up, not much that I can remember but seem related to the baby. There are ups and downs but I think we’ll create a great environment for this child to grow.

I’m quite emotional these days. A small comment can make me doubt everything, a song can make me cry and looking at pictures is just a perfect recipe to laugh, cry, smile and fall asleep. I am also second guessing anything: should the baby get a crib or a floor bed? Should I eat this or that? What if I get a cold? I’m also falling off the wagon with meditation which is a pity because it really helps. Here’s a commitment to get back on track. Starting now 🙂

Baby is now the size of a troll doll. Those are such ugly and endearing souvenirs from the 80s. I had one when I was a kid and I always wondered why would someone make such an ugly creature. Then again, it’s so ugly you can’t avoid liking it. It turns out that Troll actually means “an ugly cave-dwelling creature depicted as either a giant or a dwarf.” This gives a new meaning to the “trolls” you find online. Now I can imagine them and pull their long hair up and curl it around my finger as I read their nasty comments – it will definitely help putting things into perspective.

Anyway, falling asleep again, and getting lost in nonsense. Time to cuddle with my man and my boy and give in to a peaceful sleep.