It has been 7 days since the last time I stepped out of our gate. I don't know what it's like to be outside anymore.
This quarantine has gotten me hungrier and lazier by the hour. Definitely not the pregnancy journey I had in mind. Two months ago, I established a regular walking routine that I planned to continue until 34 weeks. But obviously, that's not going to happen.
I also try my best to eat as healthy as possible. But when people panic buy and hoard food, choices become too limited. But I am not complaining. I am grateful that despite this global crisis, there's still food on our table. I just hope we wake up from this nightmare soon.
Anyway, Jan turned a year older yesterday. We did not celebrate and simply let the day pass like any other day. I do not have a gift for him, but our baby has—albeit it came a day late.
I felt our little one move for the first time today. It was hard to tell at first because with my previous pregnancy, it felt like butterfly flutters. I was looking for the same sensation. Turns out, this one wanted to be felt differently. I've been feeling bubbles in my tummy that I mistakenly took as gas (though I don't feel bloated). It took me awhile to realize that it's the baby doing gymnastics. Each pregnancy is really different. I felt Rhett move at around 16 weeks. I'm currently at 19th.
I told Jan about it but every time he would put his hand over my tummy, the baby would shy away. So I played some music and when Jack Johnson's Escape (Piña Colada song) came on, the little one threw a solid little jab enough to knock the dad out of happiness.
Jan serenading the little one with Jack Johnson songs. ♥ |
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