The Baby Swimming Around in my Womb
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I felt this is worth capturing...For the last week or so I've felt definite movement down there. And it's not to be mistaken for the intestinal gurgles or the muscle spasms that I have all over my body.
(As for muscle spasms, everyone knows what I'm talking about---right? Little painless twitches that make you pause for a billisecond and think, "Wow, that was neat." They happen in the neck, eyelids, shoulders, arms, fingers, legs, ankles--everywhere. Does everyone get these? Some people look at me like I'm nuts or in need of muscle relaxants when I try to describe those spasms. I always thought they were related to blood vessels, veins, and arteries, but someone told me they were muscle spasms. Then again, a few years ago my chiropractor told me the incessant pain I was feeling in my upper back was a muscle spasm. So I dunno.)
Anyhow, there's a baby in my womb. Jumping around excitedly. Apart from feeling like a muscle spasm or intestinal gases (eew), here's the best way I can describe the feeling:
Have you ever watched a whale or dolphin come to the surface of the water for a moment? In a graceful, circular motion? Now imagine the water surface is strapped down with opaque plastic wrap. You're a great big giant and you've got your hand on the plastic wrap in anticipation of feeling movement from just beneath the surface. So as the whale pushes to the surface in its circular motion, the plastic wrap is pushed up for a second and you feel it. And it's kinda neat.
On a much smaller scale, my womb is the ocean covered in opaque plastic wrap (skin), and the whale is my baby doing a dance in there.
It's surreal. It's a little creepy. But I can't help it when the first thought that comes to mind is, "I'm enjoying carrying the baby this way because before too long I'm going to have to lug it around in my arms, an unweildy carrier, a stroller, strapped to my chest in a papoose...it will be another piece of baggage that relentlessly screams for more food and a clean tush."
So for now I'm enjoying the whale watching. And desperately trying to whip my toddler into shape so he's not such a terror when I've got bigger fish to fry later on.
(As for muscle spasms, everyone knows what I'm talking about---right? Little painless twitches that make you pause for a billisecond and think, "Wow, that was neat." They happen in the neck, eyelids, shoulders, arms, fingers, legs, ankles--everywhere. Does everyone get these? Some people look at me like I'm nuts or in need of muscle relaxants when I try to describe those spasms. I always thought they were related to blood vessels, veins, and arteries, but someone told me they were muscle spasms. Then again, a few years ago my chiropractor told me the incessant pain I was feeling in my upper back was a muscle spasm. So I dunno.)
Anyhow, there's a baby in my womb. Jumping around excitedly. Apart from feeling like a muscle spasm or intestinal gases (eew), here's the best way I can describe the feeling:
Have you ever watched a whale or dolphin come to the surface of the water for a moment? In a graceful, circular motion? Now imagine the water surface is strapped down with opaque plastic wrap. You're a great big giant and you've got your hand on the plastic wrap in anticipation of feeling movement from just beneath the surface. So as the whale pushes to the surface in its circular motion, the plastic wrap is pushed up for a second and you feel it. And it's kinda neat.
On a much smaller scale, my womb is the ocean covered in opaque plastic wrap (skin), and the whale is my baby doing a dance in there.
It's surreal. It's a little creepy. But I can't help it when the first thought that comes to mind is, "I'm enjoying carrying the baby this way because before too long I'm going to have to lug it around in my arms, an unweildy carrier, a stroller, strapped to my chest in a papoose...it will be another piece of baggage that relentlessly screams for more food and a clean tush."
So for now I'm enjoying the whale watching. And desperately trying to whip my toddler into shape so he's not such a terror when I've got bigger fish to fry later on.
I guess you can't win them all.
