Not a lot going on today.
Except did I mention the alien creature that has apparently taken up residence in my abdomen?
Either that, or something that I ate really did NOT agree with me.
Seriously, this kid has gone from "Hmm, is that the baby?" kicks to "Holy crap, is he going to kick his way out?" kicks in a matter of days. I love every moment, but I have to admit, I am worried about how I am going to survive the next four months of stronger activity. I do know from extensive googling that a baby hasn't managed to escape by way of abdominal mutilation, so I do rest easier.
It is crazy to see my stomach moving from the outside. I imagine our son is laughing as he imagines which position to try next. I can hear him thinking, "Now, if I just bounce on her bladder like this. . ."
Of course, I have my own games that I like to play with him. If he is quiet for too long and I start to get nervous, a firm push on my abdomen rouses him. Then, I wonder why I poked the bear, as he retaliates by sticking some appendange into my ribcage.
Sometimes, however, I will be thinking about something else entirely. Perhaps the garbage disposal that I clogged and broke last night. Or maybe our cable bill, which inexplicably went up twenty dollars last month. In any case, I am not thinking B-A-B-Y. And as if he wants to remind me just where my focus should be . . . WHACK!
My husband laughs at me that the firm movements can still make me cry tears of happiness. But oh, what a miracle this is.