Lately I’ve been feeling like an alien is trying to escape from my loins/gut area. At first thought, I can see how people think it might be gas, but this is no gas.
It feels like a finger poking you from inside at random intervals of time. There is no pattern, no rhythm. Last Saturday night, I wondered if I could feel the bumps from the outside, so I was super shocked when I could actually feel it under my hand.
I know women are always talking about the beauty of life and how miraculous things are to be “growing life inside you.” Blah blah. Hippie crap. I say no matter how much evidence you have to prove that this stuff is going on inside your body, it is still weird as crap.
So naturally, my first inclination is, “Weeeeeeeeeeird. Hey, Peter. Come see if you can feel this.” We have spent all week sitting in weird positions to see if he could feel anything. The conversations pretty much go like this:
Lauren: Did you feel that one?
Peter: No.
Peter: Wait. What was that?
Lauren: It’s your pulse in your hand.
Peter: Oh.
Lauren: That was a big one. Did you feel that?
Peter: No.
There was one time where he claims he felt something…to which his response was, “Weeeeeird.”
Tonight I noticed that my gut will actually distort itself if I look at it while it moves. SEE?!?!?! In what other situation is an involuntary, moving gut something completely normal?
I totally agree…pregnancy is freaking weird!!! The kicking is about the only thing I totally loved every minute though!
It is definitely reassuring. Every time I wake up in the middle of the night on my back and then I flip to my side, it is nice to feel movement :).