Quickening

Indeed it seems the time is moving more quickly now. Perhaps it's just that I don't feel that putrid sickness around every corner of every waking moment.

And now....there is movement. Baby beet is definitely moving around in there and it's NOT gas. We're finding out that there are many beet-related songs to sing along to when we are alone in the car. So far your favorite is Gloria Estefan's "Turn the Beet Around":

Turn the beet around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down

I LOVE to feel it, Baby Beet - keep it up!

Merry Christmas, Beet Baby

Today brought a feast of large proportions; your father and I celebrated Christmas today at home by ourselves. We wanted our first Christmas with you to be merry, relaxed and bright. I hope you liked all the Christmas music (and the carrot cake).

Snuggle Buddy

An important milestone will be achieved today my little beet baby. Your father is taking me to buy me a pregnancy pillow so that you and I can sleep together with a touch more comfort. It's not the odd dreams (an art answering service? a platform in the middle of an abyss for ritualistic art recitals?) that propel me towards the insomnia, it's the flipping that we do trying to get comfortable. Or maybe it's your dad's snoring. I'm wishing us sweet dreams.

My Heart

Beats for you, baby beet. I can't wait to meet you. I have spent so much time thinking about you, and struggling with the idea of you, that I will make a place for you here, not unlike the one you have inside me. You are the size of a navel orange this week. And you make me feel the size of a house. But thank goodness you quit pushing the "throw up now" and " go to sleep now" buttons. Big kiss today to your little hairy body.