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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Thar she blows!

At the beginning of this pregnancy escapade, Baby Skullhead's movements were all tickling sensations and weird little flutters. Now? Well, now she's more akin to the Loch Ness Monster. You know how the grainy '70's "Nessie" footage shows the undulating head and neck moving through the water? Baby Skullhead is kind of like that. When she's in the mood to move, bizarre protrusions will appear under my skin and ripple across my belly, only to disappear on the other side. We've been trying to capture the creepy footage with our new Flip camera (yay for Christmas!) but no luck yet. Like Nessie, Baby Skullhead's shy.

The feeling of her movement is a whole 'nother world. It has changed from "Aw, isn't-that-cute" to "Aaaagh! My organs!" She loves to push her spiny skeleton against the front of my belly, which of course means she is pounding away at my intestines with her fearsome little feet and fists. She also still likes to move up and down my belly despite the decreasing space she has to work with. Unfortunately, this means I occasionally can't breathe because she's squishing the crap out of my lungs, or that I can't walk because she is literally sitting on my pelvis. These are not actions I appreciate. Husband-cat pitches in by pushing her down when he hears me gasping for breath.

This also means her "kicks" are much more aggressive, making sleeping much more difficult for me. For some reason, fetuses love the night-time. Apparently it really is the right time to go to town. The fact that you're trying to sleep is completely irrelevant to them. Not only does Baby Skullhead move from one side of my body to the other--completely unbalancing me and making it uncomfortable to continue sleeping on that side--but then she rubs it in by kicking the crap out of me until I roll over! Of course, what few brain cells I have aren't generally awake enough to successfully navigate the giant pregnancy pillow that’s wrapped around me like a snake. I usually roll onto my back, get stuck, and struggle with the bed, blankets, pillows until I fall asleep in some insanely uncomfortable position. None of this is helped by the fact that She Who Must Be Obeyed waits til I'm asleep to curl up on my legs, effectively trapping me. Our bed has become a battle zone I constantly lose! And did I mention Husband-cat likes to curl against the pregnancy pillow because that's as close as he can get to me? And did I mention how that leaves me NO space to toss and turn in? Yeah, the losses are mounting for me. I'm thinking of making all of them sleep in the nursery so I can have the bed all to myself. If only it wasn't full of boxes...

2 comments:

  1. Perhaps baby's way of not-so-subtly letting ya'll know that she is the NEW and MORE DEMANDING One Who Must Be Obeyed...

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  2. Fair enough point. Also, more demanding than Husband-cat. And sleep.

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