I talked to Nick this morning, and he asked if the baby had dropped.
Because, he said, I sound less breathe-y. I know exactly what he means.
I can't tell, because my lungs still feel squozen, but a couple other people, including Betty, think he has.
So this week, my little stalk of Swiss chard (odd choice, no?) started to demonstrate that he doesn't. have. enough. space!
There is always some bit of him sticking through somewhere.
Him moving, getting hiccups, shifting, squirming, it's better than television. I'm telling you. I can sit and watch my stomach forever.
And in meetings, I put on my best "education policy is really interesting" face. When really I'm just holding my stomach and wondering what he's up to.
And thinking, "Soon, very soon, little dude, we will be getting the fuck out of here! For 16 weeks! Yippee!"
However, after I eat, and dinner in particular, I have to hold my belly button, to keep it from stinging. Because it's late in the day, everything is bigger. And he's all whee! Food rush! Fun!
He wiggles and shoves.
I put both hands over my belly button and pull in, just a little. It helps.
Which clearly inconveniences him. So then he pokes at the top of my belly.
Which hurts as well. And causes me to gently but firmly push back. He pokes out elsewhere. I push. We do a little nightly belly chase poke-push-shove-shove. I'm all, "I love you, but be nice to mama!"
OK, very candidly, sometimes I'm like, "Ow! Goddammit! Stop shoving! That hurts!"
But then I always add an "I love you!"
(I sure hope I don't sound like an abusive parent, all, I only shove you because I love you.)
Sometimes he retreats to the back. And sometimes he heads down for a mischievous little bladder poke.
Considering his parents, there is no way he's not going to be stubborn.
The truth is, there are a lot of things that suck about pregnancy. But I can't wait to see the boy, and there's nothing I would ever regret about it. In fact, I think that probably in the scheme of things I've had an easy pregnancy.
It might just be that I complain more than the average human?
My dad, wherever he is, is surely getting a kick out of that epiphany.