From that first positive pregnancy test you wonder about when the baby is going to start moving, when you can finally stop counting down to the doctor’s appointments for news that all is doing well. Then, you feel those flutters, or twitches and you hold your breath, wondering if that could be the baby you feel.
Weeks later you know for sure it’s the baby. A few weeks after that, you really feel her… and it’s slightly creepy. Sure, every time she gives you a thump you think, “Ah, hello to you too!” I still tuck my hand into my pants to feel it, especially now that it’s obvious from the outside.
The funny thing is, when I’m trying to fall asleep, and I’m curled on my side, I feel her moving. She’s moving my innards around or something and it feels ODD. It’s like things are being squished over here and over there. She doesn’t like when I’m on my right side, that’s when she puts up a fuss and does a little tub-thump to show me just how much she dislikes it. So, I flip back over to my left side and all is well. As I lay there, trying to ease myself into sleep (which is hard, considering how badly I need to nap when I get home, and therefore DO), that’s when I really think about what’s happening. There is a baby inside me, moving around, squished up against my bladder (constantly) and pressed up against my stomach. How is it possible that I’m growing a human inside a human? I’m like those nesting dolls, only one doll is nestled inside another.
Then, on Saturday, something new happened. Paul and I were laying in bed watching an infomercial when I noticed my belly had a slight dome to the left of my belly button. I pressed it and noticed it was hard. I pressed the area to the right of my belly button and found that it was soft and squishy. What was I feeling? It was her BUTT. Well, either that or her head. Either way, I FELT A BODY PART. Paul felt it too! We sat there, alternating who got to rub the tiny tush, and watched as it moved and kicked me.
Now THAT, wasn’t creepy, that was a miracle.
