MOVEMENT!

There is really nothing quite like the first time you realize that someone is moving around in there. The doc told me at the last visit that if I hadn't felt it already, I would soon. I thought at that time that I may have - but I wasn't really sure. This week, however, it's been coming on with much more frequency. Something is really happening in there. I'm not sure what he/she is doing, but I'm sure it involves something like calculus. There's a lot of fluttering and occasional tap, tap, tapping. I keep imagining the little guy in there pointing his index finger and jabbing, rhythmically, at the sides of my stomach, which I thought odd. My sister pointed out that it's more like swimming - so one stroke, two strokes, three strokes feels like a jab, jab, jab. When it happens, when I'm say, sitting around with other people, I just want everything to stand still so I can pay as close attention as possible to the happenings inside the womb. It's such a wild, wild and wonderful thing.

The parentals are in town for my birthday (today) and my father's birthday (Friday). It's been a great visit - although occasionally, they drive me completely bat shit. I can't help but think about how this will play out exactly the same way, thirty-six years from now - the husband and I driving our little one bonkers - all the while we look on in confusion. It's sad, really, but possibly inevitable, no?

I'll write more later, but currently I need to hoist myself into bed - I was falling asleep on the new club chair we just bought (yay). This is the first time we've bought a truly nice piece of furniture, in, oh, say, ever - and just think, it will likely be the last, as now, we have to have things that are kid-proof. Grateful? Absof#$(*!%lutely.

Cheers.