Peanut.

I am 31 and a half weeks pregnant with a little tiny baby boy that we call Peanut.

We have been calling him that for so long that I am not sure any other name will stick. Don't worry, we are responsible soon-to-be parents and could never think to give him such a foolish name, could we? Of course not! Peanut Wayne Sermon. It's pretty cute though. We can call him Nut for short. There is no way a kid could get picked on with a name like that. 

Who knows, maybe it will stay on as a nickname.

As far as this little tiny baby boy is concerned, I don't know much about him. I know, it's strange since I spend every minute with him but he is a very private individual.

He gives me little love kicks, at least that's what I believe they are. I like to think that it is his way of telling me he is doing ok in there. Though, Wing has pointed out to me that we have no idea if that's what he is saying. Like when I'm laying on by back for a few minutes because it feels so good on my spasming muscles even though I've been told that it's not an optimal pregnancy position. I'll say "Peanut was kicking so I don't think he minds." I think I'm right:)

He gets wedged up under my rib cage at inconvenient times like when I'm test driving a car or right in the middle of a friend's story that requires my full concentration. He is probably just preparing me for the lifetime ahead of interruptions I have to look forward to. 

^^21 Weeks

He moves like a Mexican jumping bean to music.

When Wing strums the guitar on one side of my stomach, Peanut flips himself around so his head is closest to the music and kicks his feet on the opposite side. We have tested this many times and it is probably my favorite thing in the world right now. 

Anything else I know about him is just general information from my "What to Expect" app.. Which has been extremely helpful to a novice like me. 

I have been very lucky to have had an uneventful pregnancy thus far. (Knock on wood)

^^23 Weeks

I did not have any morning sickness. Thank you, Peanut. I am especially grateful for this because I spent the first 6 months of pregnancy on a tour bus or airplane. That would not have been pretty for me or my 9 bunkmates. 

I have only had a few cravings: smoothies, fruit and tart juices. Oh, and one day I cried over a burger. I actually sobbed because I thought we were getting burgers for dinner and ended up not being able to and for some ludicrous reason, that was NOT ok with me. We laughed pretty hard about that one. Well, Wing laughed and I ugly laugh-cry-choked through the tears. 

I will say, this baby does not love veggies or poultry but who could blame the kid. 

^^22 Weeks

For months, I have had constant pain on the right side of my back. I am not sure if it is a nerve, spasm or witchcraft but I know I will be grief-stricken without Wing's daily massages when he travels to play summer festivals. 

I have lost any wit or intellect I once had. I confuse words, forget to finish sentences and my comebacks are now at a snail's pace. My husband thinks I am just as funny, if not more so, and so I've decided to go with it. 

I have felt a chronic lack of motivation. I can't tell you how many times I sat down to write a blog post in the last 6 months. I feel uninspired/lazy in terms of creating, photographing and writing. On tour, I am usually out exploring in every city, rain or shine. However, on this last US tour, I was perfectly content hanging out in the bus or dressing room watching seasons of TV shows. Granted, it was the dead of a very cold winter but I still would have been all over that pre-pregnancy. Thank heaven's I had the company of Marilyn, Aja and Arrow or I would have been a complete recluse. 

^^Everyone took very good care of me:)

Wing reminds me daily that I am growing a human and if that is the only thing I do that day, it is still a successful day but it can still be hard to feel like I am contributing or improving. It is daunting to think about how I will feel after the baby comes, when I am going off no sleep and have to become a functioning caregiver.  

I love to see my belly growing bigger and bigger. I am sure I will eat those words in these next two months but as of now, it's the best. When I feel his kicks stronger each week, I am so grateful to have been trusted to help this little body grow. I hope I am doing a good job. 

I would say Wing and I are as terrified as any two people could be about this huge shift in our lives. We have simple needs. We like to be together. We figured that out from the very beginning. If that meant touring all over the west coast in an airport shuttle bus while we dated, getting married before we could afford to rent our own place or moving to a loud studio house in Vegas last month so we didn't have to be apart while he records (bear in mind I'm now eight months pregnant). We just do it.  I have no idea how difficult it will be to be to be apart with a newborn but I do know we are so lucky in a million other ways and if that's what we gotta do, it's what we gotta do…but hopefully only for a little while.

^^Last week in San Fran (30 Weeks) 

So how is that for a blog post? Short and sweet;) I feel like I conquered my lack of inspiration a little bit today. I will try and be better about updating because this is the only way we are really documenting. We've got a lot going on over here in the Sermon family and it would be a shame to not have it in print. 

xx