The book that inspired Stella to deem #2 (which, frankly, wasn’t the best in-utero name we should have been using) a number no longer. Bittle is a cute book about a cat and a dog that have an unwanted guest in the house – a new baby – and they decide to call her “Bittle” which is short for “little bit of a thing.” They, of course, end up loving Bittle… although I do think that is the part in the book where Bittle is a bit older and starts dropping food from her high chair. I think that is when Scupper finally realized that Stella was ok too.
Bittle has already suffered from second child syndrome – at this point, I’m 22 weeks into the pregnancy. Admittedly, I had to look that up b/c I lost track. No nightly pouring over pregnancy books to see how big she is, what is developing, etc. We have one belly photo. But man, is she reminding me constantly of her presence. I don’t think she ever sleeps! Constantly I feel her kicking, punching, moving, much more than I ever remember Stella. It’s as if she is saying, Lookie here Mama. Don’t forget about me. I’m here, and just you WAIT.
Indeed.
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