My own private cirque de soleil

I must admit... After my fall earlier in the week I was a little bit worried that I could have injured Baby Byrd.  I didn't really share these concerns with anyone but Poppa Byrd and he assured me that the baby was fine.  I also googled "falling while pregnant" and all sorts of similar things and everything I read confirmed that if the mother wasn't seriously injured, the baby was probably ok.  It has a protective sack and all that.

And besides being a pain in my ass (remember, I fell on my tailbone), I'm ok.  It hurts a little to walk but I think it's just bruising and will go away. 

I feel like the baby knew I was worried and he or she wanted to assure me that everything was ok... For the past 24 hours there has literally been an acrobatics show going on in my belly.  This baby is doing somersaults, cartwheels, I don't even know what... I just know that I have been feeling alot of movement and I like it... My biggest worry since becoming pregnant was that the baby was going to disappear.  It's great to have the constant reminder that he or she is still in there...

Now something else to consider... Last night my husband and I went to a NY Rangers hockey game.  The baby went nuts!  I don't know if it was the loud noise or what, but I felt alot going on in my tummy.  At first I started thinking... Oh, we have a little hockey fan on our hands... Perhaps this is a boy... then I started thinking... Well, mommy fell for a hockey guy, so perhaps we have a little girl who likes them too...

On Monday we'll know!!! :)

16 and Pregnant

Since becoming pregnant one thing I've noticed is that people on the street look at my belly first, then my face (similar to the way a well endowed female may experience guys looking at her boobs before her face).  This happens to me every day on my way to work.  People look at the belly, smile a bit, then look at the rest of me and I can tell they're not sure how to feel about it.

I look much younger than my 30 years.  When I get a manicure the ladies always ask me how old I am because they are shocked I'm married (as evidenced by the rings on my finger)... They think I'm 18.  I'm not complaining... This is definitely something I will appreciate as I get older...

Now let me paint the picture of me walking to work... Me and my 5ft of fury saunter down the street with my 18 year old baby face, belly in full view... Passersby see the belly and they start to smile... Then, they look at my face... She looks young, but ok... Then, they notice the backpack... That's when they start thinking, "Ohhhh, this poor young knocked up 16 year old..."  I can see the pity in their faces!  "What a tough life for her and her baby..." 

With shows like 16 and pregnant on TV, this reaction doesn't surprise me... I can't imagine being that young with a child (hence the reason I waited until 30 for my first).

I've been toying with the idea of getting a t-shirt made... "I'm 30, you can smile" and fine print could include, "And if you really must know, I have a good job and a loving husband.  Don't worry about me, I'm gonna be A-ok (besides my sore back, which is why I wear the hideously uncool backpack)!"