22 weeks with Crazy Ivan

I just read that I should write a letter to Ivan. It made me instantly decide to blog. I stopped during the first trimester in fe as r of somebody reading this and then something happening.

At 22 weeks I am really starting to feel pregnabt. My belly is big enough to get in my way and make it hard to get out of bed. I can feel Ivan kicking or moving around a lot. We had our ultrasounds and he is active.

Ivan seems to be the name. I am not 100% sold but it seems to be sticking. I want to think of a great middle name and Erik and I need to talk more about his last name. Zickovich? It makes my heart swell to know that Erik suggested it.

So, Ivan. Often when I think about you I think of what I hope for you as a core being of a person. I really hope you are calm. Calm and composed like your father. I hope you don't have a lot of anxiety in life and I hope I don't give that to you because of the anxiety I feel and have felt while incubating you. Ivan, I also hope for you to be strong. Strong physically and mentally. That you make a way in life that is defined by you and you do what makes you happy.

I flagged at a 5k running race today. Sorry Ivan. That cow bell was really loud. I was expecting some fast racers to come by but no, it never happened. I was sort of surprised how many people were walking and kids resting, getting carried, walking. Lots of kids and families. I think it is a good thing that they are all out there but again surprised by how tough 5k  looked to some people.

I am telling you right now Ivan. You will not be getting carried. I hope you are that first kid through, running the whole race. I hope that your dad and I can be role models for you in our lifestyle, training, and racing and you believe in yourself to strong and fast.