Belly touching

Remeber when I said I didn’t mind people I knew touching my belly … ??? I made that comment in “I swallowed a Watermelon” entry – and let me just rephrase that for the record.

I don’t mind people I know touching my belly IF:

You’re female and I touched your belly when you were pregnant
Your name is my mom or sisters
You were in my wedding
You are Aaron.

Other wise, and this is mostly for the gentlemen I don’t know and elderly women in grocery stores … do not touch me, at all.

This morning in church I had TWO males come up from behind and extend their hands around me to touch MY stomach. (Did I mention they were behind me, like standing in a movie line and the grose couple in front of you can’t keep their hands off of eachother when he reaches around her to hold her mid section or cuddle … sick).

I knew these males, not well mind you. I knew there names and have hung out with them in crowds before … but that doesn’t mean it’s ok to touch me, at all, anywhere.

And it wasn’t just a touch, either … it was the full on rub n’ pat. Thats right – and let me just say a I have a problem with that. A slightly large problem with that. Don’t be touching my belly you male people – thats weird, and it freaks me out. alot.

Show & Tell

It’s my birthday today people. I decided last night that I wasn’t going to post about it, but it’s my 21st Birthday, and I’m pregnant – ON my 21st birthday. So my reasoning for telling everyone it’s my birthday is because I’m pregnant and this site is about me being just that.

So there.

Now some of you are thinking, so what if she’s pregnant on her 21st birthday? Yeah, I guess it doesn’t completely matter, I’m not a lush or anything. But I do enjoy the occasional alcoholic beverage, and now it’s legal – LEGAL people.
Typically on someones 21st birthday Aaron and I would drive out to GR and buy drinks for the birthday person with any number of our close friends. This, won’t be happening for Jodi tonight. And I’m not entirely bummbed, I never have been, nor do I plan on every being or wanting to be drunk. I have a 2-3 drink limit – which usually stops after 2. But I have been specifically saving some things I wanted to try for this birthday which will be put off until further notice.

It’s like when I was 9 or so – I begged my mom to buy me some of those HUGE old lady sunglasses from the dollar store, I wanted them in red. I ended up getting them along the way and I would sit in my mom’s blue Aerostar minivan, with my HUGE sunglasses on, chewing my BIG RED gum (more than one peice at a time, mind you … I was never allowed to have more than one peice at a time, but this was my secret exception to the rule) and I would have my very large play purse right next to me. All the while I would be driving my kids around town and pretending to be “Rich lady”.

That was my game. I LOVED playing Rich Lady. I pretty much got the idea from soaps on TV. My mom and I watched General Hospital when I was in kindergarten and it always stuck with me. The glamour of those HUGE sunglasses, being able to chew more than one peice of gum at time and DRIVING around town, for FUN!

I was and am a pretty simple minded being, I think. Imagination and anticipation kept my wheels turning and I never felt like I lost the innocence of having a childs mind. When I say that, I mean – like When I turned 16, I was extacitc about being able to drive, yes … but what really made my day … and I’m not kidding here people, was that I FIANLLY got put the seat belt on with my LEFT HAND.

So, like with every big event in my life there’s a much smaller one that takes the cake. I’ve never tried a martini. I’ve always wanted to try a martini on my 21st birthday. With 3 olives. That will make it for me. Not barhopping or anything … just a sip of the martini I’ve waited for, and those 3 olives.

So maybe in 9 months or even next years birthday I’ll be able to report back and let y’all know just how much that moment meant to me.

Happy Anniversary

I’m struggling with whether or not I should post this. I don’t want my dad’s photo and entries to become archives just yet. But my marriage is still a living and breathing organism in this world, one in which I have to fan the flame …

One year ago today I said “I do” to the commitment of a lifetime in front of over 200 friends and family. I got married to the best thing that has happened to me in a long time, I married my best friend, confidant, personal comedian and the love of my life. I married Aaron Louis Schaap.

Babe,

I can’t believe we made it. A whole year, through great times, through hard times, through tragedies and deaths, through births and reunions, and through the first trimester of our very own pregnancy. I love you so so much. You have been more than I could have dreamed of in supporting me through everything. You’ve been my cheerleader, my coach and my hero.

I cannot wait to meet our baby in January and I know I’ll fall in love with you all over again in the coming months and years as I watch you be a father, a daddy and a parent to our kid(s) – you’re going to be great.

I’m so happy to be with you and beside you and behind your every decision. I’m going to need you in this next year, dealing with my feelings, grief, loss, and motherhood and adjusting to the new rhythm of our lives.

Aaron Schaap, you are the sweet sweet autumn breeze I crave so much. You, my dear, are stuck with me 😉

All my love,
Jodi Michelle Schaap

Ultrasound Update

The ultrasound was wonderful. Everything is normal and as it should be. Four chambers of the heart, kidneys, stomach, swallowing reflex, fingers, toes, complete brain, aeorta artery, spine, hip bones,thigh bones, femurs, upper and lower arm bones, and the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen.

The baby has good size feet for the age so far, which was, I have to tell you alittle disappointing. I was hoping I would give it my tiny feet. But it doesn’t look that way right now. His/her feet messure at an inch long and the torso through the top of the head is only 6 inches. My baby has gigantuous feet! But they’re so cute.

The umbilical cord is pumping inside there, which I guess I knew because it’s carrying blood, it’s logical that it would be pumping … but it’s really pumping. Ba-bump, Ba-bump, BA-bump. Kinda like a heart. It was really cool to see.

so many more months to go before I can hold and meet my baby, I’m getting really anxious for it to be here, now. I just want to count the toes and the fingers, and kiss that little head and see those eyes looking at me and Aaron. I just can’t wait!