It likes to move it, move it...

Baby kicks are ridiculously weird and incredible awesome. Wyatt wasn’t a big kicker, but I guess that’s because his placenta was in the front. Instead of kicking, elbowing, and otherwise prodding me, he was railing on the placenta I guess. Suck it placenta! This little one, however, has been making its presence known for the past several weeks—maybe a month. I love it. It is magical. It is like an alien is in there pushing against my skin “toward the light”. It is like a muscle spasm is just about to happen, you know that tightening feeling, but instead it is a baby saying hi. It is like a sign that things are working! Because Wyatt couldn’t get through to me that much, I really appreciate this one that much more. I mean, I know pregnant ladies ooh and ahh about how crazy-cool it is to feel their baby moving…but really, this is awesome. I get to be special in this case. It’s more awesomer for me bitches!

There’s not much I can do with this baby movement except appreciate it. In a while, when the baby is “viable” and they could actually do something to save it if it was born early or had problems, I am supposed to start taking note of what “normal” movement is. Oh, the pressures we put our children under—in the womb and already being judged about normalcy. Ridiculous.