Kicking away...

So about 2 weeks ago (July 1st to be exact) I felt baby Avery kick for the first time. I was sitting in my mom's office when I thought I felt some rumbling in my tummy. I wasnt sure if it was gas or not but I waited and sure enough there was no tooting or burping that followed. I had always heard that the first kicks felt like bubbles or a fluttering butterfly and that was exactly what it seemed like. But since then the kicking has gotten stronger and more frequent. I feel this baby ALL day long! Anytime I eat, sit down, lay down, get in the car, etc. All it takes is for me to slow down for just a second and he starts kicking away. It was so cool because Michael was even able to feel it. I always thought that I would have to be alot further along for Michael to feel it but thats not true. Everytime we get a sonogram the Dr or sonographer always make comments on how active he is. I guess that can't really be a bad thing except for the fact that when he gets bigger I am really gonna be uncomfortable. Oh well, that's okay because surprisingly enough I really enjoy feeling him kick. It just reminds me that I really AM pregnant and not swelling around my stomach for some odd reason.

Anyways, so far I have read The Girlfriend's Guide to Surviving Pregnancy, Pregnancy Sucks, What to Expect When You are Expecting, and currently...The Happiest Baby on the Block. Who knew I would be so interested in all of this? I guess its my motherly instincts kicking in and I just feel like I cant be prepared enough. I have quite a few other books that are waiting for me to crack open. Mostly books about how to raise a little boy. To be honest, having a little boy was the last thing I ever thought that I wanted. I only wanted it because Michael wanted it so badly. I am so afraid that I wont do something right and my little boy will turn into a punk ass kid. Kinda like the one that Michael was....haha. From being around my neices and nephews I have been able to see that there really is such a difference in boys and girls. I believe that they HAVE to be raised completely differently. I want to raise a little boy that will one day turn into a great man. One who girls would love to marry and also who parents would love their daughters to marry. I feel like there is so much pressure when raising a boy versus a girl. Maybe I am thinking too far down the road but this is what I worry about. Michael thinks I am crazy and that may be because he knows what to do with boys. Kinda like I know what to do with little girls.

Its so crazy how last year at this time I was worrying about what outfits to bring to Las Vegas and now I am worrying about baby bedding and little boys. Haha! Wow, life sure is crazy!

I'm off to take a bath and read some more. I promise not to ramble so much in my next post. =)