Do You Have a Favorite Pregnancy Moment/story to Share?

While I was pregnant I went over to a friend's house to hang out and watch tv. Their dog climbed on the couch and laid her head on my belly. A little while later my son kicked. The dog jumped right up and began barking and growling at my belly! We all had a great laugh.

When I was pregnant with my 2nd, my son who was 5 1/2 came to my 12 week ultrasound, the tech told him "look the baby is waiving at you!" he got the BIGGEST smile on his face and yelled "HI BABY SISTER!" somehow he KNEW i was having a girl:) he would also always lay on my belly and talk to his baby sister:)

Well, it's not a story, but an attitude, I suppose.

Although I'd previously had a hard time staying pregnant, when I found out I was pregnant with our son, I made a conscious decision to enjoy every minute of my pregnancy that I had. Period. I just decided not to worry, not to fret, and to just accept that what would be would be.

This was the best gift I could give myself-- accepting I had NO control over anything. I didn't stress about any of it. Gestational diabetes? No problem, we'll adjust my diet. Feeling braindead and unintelligent? I stopped writing and took up watercolors, making a book for our son of his time in the womb with us, all the sweet observations of being pregnant and feeling so close to him....

I think all this relaxed attitude led us to having a good birth experience. I was ready for anything and accepting of anything that experience would have to offer. We did it at home and my son loves that he was born in his room, on his bed (it's full sized!).... I could have had every test (amnio, etc.-- I was 35 at the time) in the world done on me/him, but chose not to, just accepting that whatever child we would have was the one we would have. :) We now have a beautiful five year old joy who is still a delight to my heart when I look at him.

Treasure your pregnancy memories. The sweet tooth cravings, the cozy winter moments-- keep a book or write them on something, even if only the walls of your heart. And tell your wee one, when they are old enough, how much fun and love you had for them, even before you'd met! Congratulations.:)

My ex and I were sitting in church and his elbow was resting against the side of my huge belly. My daughter kicked, catching him right in the reflex point of his elbow. His arm jerked and the hymnal he was holding went flying across the sactuary.

Today, when I got to hear my baby's heartbeat for the first time.

:-)

I was pretty far gone pregnant and I left work carrying too much stuff. It was icy and I was in heels (I know, right?) So, I slipped and fell and landed on my back. Both shoulders were pinned down by my handbag and a computer case. I had two large binders on my chest and then the belly. I was stuck. I was a turtle.

Out of nowhere came these women scurrying out of the office across the street. They came to help me up and started sliding around on the ice and we all started laughing and commiserating. Turns out I had fallen in front of a maternity store! LOL!

That moment of being totally stuck and helped by other women who did not know me has stuck with me always.

I was sitting on the edge of the delivery table getting my epidural. I had been clenching my hubby's hand during each contraction, but couldn't get them out to hold his hand because I was afraid to move. So I decided to bite his shirt, but ended up biting him, too! I didn't mean to, but I left teeth marks!

THEN, while they were finishing the epidural I felt the baby's head crowning. I started yelling "the baby's coming!" The nurse (ever so calmly) got ready to catch the baby if she came before I got back situated, but as it turned out it wasn't my baby's head, it was my water sack "bulging" and it broke while I was sitting on the edge of the table....all over my dear hubby's favorite sandals!

To hear him tell it though he says, "First she tried to bite me! Then when I wouldn't let her, she PEED on me!!!!" I always follow up with "I didn't PEE!" But he says his version is more entertaining! LOL

I was studying in Kenya and part of our program involved a hike up a volcano at Hell's Gate. A bunch of the group stayed at the rim of the volcano, but a few of us went all the way to the highest peak. I was 19 weeks pregnant and a bit slower than the others, so my professor stayed back with me. When we got to the very top, he reached back to help me up the last couple of feet and when I was up he said, in his very cool Kenyan accent, "we are two, but we are three." A few seconds later, I felt that first big FLIP that let me know my baby was really there. Those two things are tied together as the moment when I realized that I wasn't just pregnant in the absract, but actually carrying a tiny person.

I have a couple and they both have to do with my kindergarten students at the time (I was teaching). First...It was almost spring and I had a lighter jacket on but it wasn't zipped. I was always telling my students that they were not allowed in the recess line until their coats were zipped. It was the end of the day and we were outside at dismissal and one of my students said "Mrs. P--- how did you get out here with your coat not zipped? You aren't supposed to get in line until your coat is zipped!" And I said, "Well, this is a different coat and it doesn't really zip/fit right now! I need to get a new spring coat!" and he replied, "Well, you ARE getting fat!" I laughed and said "Jay! That is my baby belly! You should never tell a girl she is getting fat!"....... The second story actually has to do with the same student, now that I think about it. In the recess line, the kids were eye level with my baby bump (it was late spring and I was due in June so it stuck out far enough!). Jay put his hands up to my belly and looked through them (like you peer into a window from outside) and he said "Mrs. P----! I can see your baby!" I said, "Oh yea? What is baby doing?" Jay said "playing". Then I asked, "Is baby a boy or a girl?" (my hubby and I did not find out gender) and Jay said "It's a boy!" and then other kids took turns looking and "guessing" what baby was. Jay was right - we had a boy! :-) Makes me miss my kinders...but I LOVE being a SAHM!!! :-D

Mine is a similar kicking story... hubby hadn't felt her move at all yet and we were "spooning" in bed (him in front) and she kicked HARD! He squealed like a girl and jumped out the the bed "WHAT WAS THAT?!" I calmly replied: "Your daughter. Not so funny when YOU'RE the one getting kicked, huh?"
Oh, and when we had the ultrasound to find out gender, both of our moms and my grandma were there, my grandma is the comedian of the bunch and had us cracking up, until they said "it's a girl" and we all (including hubby) started crying!
I always thought it was funny when the girls got "grossed out" by seeing her move across my belly while eating lunch at work! Of course, I'd make it a little more interesting by drinking oj or a soda to get her really moving!
Finally, I had a kinda rough birth and ended up having a c-section. After all that, I was so messed up from the meds I was out of it, couldn't stop shaking, so hubby had to hold her for the first 3-4 hours until I could. Watching him hold her like a delicate piece of china was amazing!
You'll do great, it's all so amazing!
Now my girl just turned 4 and drives me nuts! I say she's 4-going-on-14!

When I was pregnant with my first, I prayed for a girl. I prayed that she comes a week early and I prayed that I would be too far along when I get to the hospital that I would be able to have her naturally. Sure enough, my Billy is just that, a girl who came 8 days early. I was wheeled in the hospital at 10:16 and my oh so considerate kid showed up at 10:37. It was in the morning after a good night sleep. I literally thought, "This was it? Please sir let me have another." lol.

The funniest part: I woke up at 7:37 that morning with GI cramp like symptom. By 8:30 I figured I was in active labor. Hubby asked if he could mow the lawn first. I said, "Sure." After all I was told first borns tend to take their time. Needless to say the lawn mowing was started but not completed that day.

The sweetest part: I was taking my time pushing. The doctor said, "Push", I said, "No, I'm not ready." After a few of these my husband leaned into my ear and whispered, "The sooner you push, the sooner you'll meet her." One hard push and pop. I did not expect it to be that quick.

All the best on your pregnancy and delivery!

My daughter decided to plant herself on top of my bladder at appx 7 months preggers. I woke up one morning just dying to pee but couldn't. I showered, I walked, I did everything and I was in agony. So after a call to my OB, I was instructed to go to the ER and he'd meet me there. So we got there and met and he pointed to the bathroom and said go... Again I couldn't. So... They had to catheter me because it was obvious I wasn't going to pee. Last I heard, I still have the record of the most volume drained from a bladder at our local hospital. They kept refilling he container and exclaimed this is a record!! You can't imagine my relief.

In the end, I wore a catheter for 2 weeks until my little angel decided to move. I was amazed at how dependent I became on the catheter! No night time peeing, etc!

Of course after my bladder issue, sonogram which revealed a girl, she needed drama... So it was routine for the duration of the pregnancy for her to develop hiccups by 2am nightly.

Now 18 yrs later, she's still a hiccup queen.

When I was in hospital for hysterectomy 10 yrs ago, the nurse apologized that I'd have to be on catheter a couple days. She laughed when I said " cool! Saves me time, stress and from getting a chill to run to the restroom!" You really start relying on that contraption and you quickly figure out... It's not that bad!!

I was wishing I had the catheter during month #9!!

My ob says I still hold the record!!!

Happy Pregnancy!! Enjoy it!

When I was pregnant with my youngest (like you, I LOVED being pregnant!!) my oldest son (3 at the time) sang "You Are My Sunshine" to him every single night before bed. When R was a baby and he would fuss T would start to sing his song to him and it would relax and settle him immediately ;)

Enjoy your pregnancy ~ best wishes to you!

I was about 5 months along with my only son(at the moment) who is 14 months old now. My husband and I were laying down on our bed watching tv and I asked him to put his head on my stomach and see if he could hear our babys heartbeat or him moving around, so he lays his head on my belly and then my son decides to kick him right in the face lol

I was about 24 weeks pregnant with my first and awoke one night, wide awake. Could not fathom falling back asleep. (this never, ever happens to me. i once slept through Hurricane Hugo.) I got up and decided to do a little sewing for the baby. As I started ironing, she started kicking! First time I'd ever felt her move or kick. She was just pounding away for about a minute, then she went back asleep. And suddenly I was tired again and went back to bed too!

I delivered my 3rd child within 12 minutes of getting to my hospital room. Total time in labor was about 1 1/2 hours and there was obviously no time for drugs:). Great delivery!
Glad you are enjoying your pregnancy!

I'm sure there are, but it is drowned out by the puking and peeing myself lol

my most vivid and cherished memory is laying in bed (big bellied pregnant) and literally watching my baby move. Both of my boys were big so it was easy to watch my tummy do the wave. that and rolling over and cuddling with Trav just to feel him get kicked. we both can cherish that one!

My first pregnancy was miserable, but my second one was a dream, so I have a two funny memories to share. I had to bring my two year old son to most of the "tummy baby's" doctor appointments. I'd bring along some of his toy cars and his Magna-doodle to keep him occupied in case he got bored. His favorite appointments were when the doctor did ultrasounds of the "tummy baby" that he could watch on the TV screen. Once, after an ultrasound, the doctor had to step out for a few minutes. During that time, my son told me he wanted to pretend to be mommy and I could be the doctor. Next thing I know, he is laying down with his shirt up and telling me to put the Magna-doodle pen on his tummy so we could see his tummy baby on the Magna-doodle! It was so cute with him repeating stuff like, "See, hawtbeat is stwong!" and pointing to his scribbles on the Magna-doodle!
Also, while I was pregnant I had a good friend who was pregnant and a few months ahead of me. Her son is good friends with my son, and both boys were kind of learning about the whole pregnancy-leads-to-real-baby thing together.
I had been explaining to my son that our tummy baby was a boy- a little brother for him. But we would be surprised to see what our friend's tummy baby would be because the doctors hadn't told her. After my friend had the baby, we went to visit. I told my son how his friend had a new little sister named Isabelle.
The whole car ride there, my son kept asking me very serious questions about this. I was answering as best as I could, thinking that he was confused about the words sister and brother meaning girl or boy. And the whole time I'm trying to be really upbeat about his friend's new sister, baby Isabelle.
After about 10 minutes of silence, my son let out a big sigh from the back seat. Clearly, he'd been thinking hard and was very concerned. "Our tummy baby is a BOY," he said. "Yes, that's right," I replied. More silence. "Our tummy baby is NOT a bell?" he asked. I barely got out a "No" I was laughing so hard! I spent the rest of the car ride explaining that we were not going to visit a bell, but a baby girl named Isabelle. If you could've seen the look on his face as he walked in the house! I don't think my son believed me until he actually saw the baby!