Countless times I’ve thought about writing to describe the acrobatics that go on in this belly of mine. Our baby is a mover and a shaker to the greatest degree. I should sell tickets to the nightly show we put on together–it’s incredible to be able to distinguish feet, ankles, bum and the like, and it seems like the Button might exit straight out the front of my stomach at any moment. Such a crazy-weird feeling!
Henry was a mover, too, but I remember him being more of a kicker than anything else. I spent hours holding onto my ribcage and trying to coax back some space, while H insisted on storing one foot under my right rib. It’s the most wonderful thing to feel your babies move before you ever meet them…kind of seems like a sneak preview to whoever might be on the inside
Today, this little one has been giving his or her mama a run for my money. There’s no one comfortable position, and baby might be saying, “Hey! It’s getting snug in here!” a little sooner than I thought. I’m not expecting to go into labor any minute, just wondering what the Button is up to in there…cleaning house? nesting for birth? having private dance parties to music I can’t hear? It’s marvelous and maddening at the same time. I never expected to be near tears over a tiny person simply dancing in my belly!
I’m looking at the calendar and the countdown says two weeks. Two weeks! We’ll have a baby here in the world and Henry will be a big brother and everything will change for the better, as babies always cause things to do. Snuggling this little person is at the very top of my to do list for August, so I’m banking on him or her arriving on time or before. I keep thinking that if I will it, it will happen 😉
In the meantime, I’m here trying to figure out how to be the best, most patient punching bag possible. I’m not sure I’m super good at it, but I do try. No doubt I’ll miss this feeling when it’s gone…at least the alternative is brilliantly grand!