Good morning, Sunshine!
Scotch bonnet pepper is a spice my stomach can't even tolerate; so, that rules out a lot of Jamaican food at restaurants. Pizza and tomato sauce joins that list as well, leaving me with heartburn and acid reflux. But now, I'm learning that not only the baby can't handle spicy, greasy, and acidic food; I'm learning her sleep patterns. I'm officially twenty-two weeks, a little over two weeks of my halfway mark through pregnancy and the baby is big enough for me to know when she's awake and moving, or sleeping. I know where she prefers to reside, which is lower rather than high, and I know when she's most active. Right now, Baby Mills is in slumber, I think in another two hours she'll be up kicking and moving.
Everytime, I'm around Garfield and she's moving I urge him to touch my stomach to feel her soccer kicks. Although, I'm the only one to know, I feel as if he should be a part of it as much as myself. Hopefully, gaining an idea of how she is in the womb would coincide with when she's out of the womb. From what I see now, she sleeps most of the night. Hopefully that's a fair prediction.