So I'd like to preface this blog by saying I have too much free time these days which means self-pitty's breeding ground for those of you who don't know me that well yet.
I'm now at week 26. I have 10 more weeks before i'm "full term" and 14 more 'till I'm likely to give birth. For the last 6 months I've expanded, swollen, leaked, stretched, cried, and eaten a strange mixture of foods alone. Supposedly this week, my partner could hear Olive's heart beat by simply puting his ear to my belly. But I go to sleep each night alone and wake up each morning the same way. There's no one to kiss my belly or listen to Ollie's heart beat. No one to help me pick which song should be "her" song, putting the headphones over my bump so she can dance to it's beat (which she now has the brain capacity to recognize by the way). There's no one to talk to my belly, no voice for her to become familiar with besides my own.
So far, Olive has danced most to Divertimento no. 15 and to Muse's Ruled By Secrecy. I think though "The Hill" will be her song. More because I'm obsessed with it than any other reason.
On a side note, I'll be cooking alot these days to keep myself busy if anyone wants to swing by my place for dinner feel free!
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