My mom has a story she tells of the differences of her pregnancies. (Ok, really, she has several.) She smiles and begins, “With Fae, she moved around so much, I couldn’t even sit down. She was in constant motion. But when she was born, she was calm and serene. Face (Here by the new name for my middle brother, once known as T, because he’s a good looking guy and is very aware of it, plus the kid loved The A-Team growing up.) never moved at all. I would have to sit still and wait, counting his movement. I was always afraid I lost him. Then when he was born, he bounced off the walls.”
Aside from the fact, that the story shows the perfect illustration of the eldest and middle child, (the more calm one and the one on the throttle), which I don’t have yet because they are both on the throttle, it illustrates the difference between those moving little fish in the womb.
I have yet to have a calm fetus.
I’ve read articles in which women express their concern. I received pamphlets on how to count fetal movements. My doctors and nurses have asked with concern, “How’s the baby moving for you?”
The baby won’t stop.
Unless someone, like The Husband or my mom, wants to feel the movement, then that little stinker will enter a Zen meditation state. Cute. My kids are anti-helpful even in the womb.
Like his brothers before him, this character is no different. He twirls. He kicks. He punches. He lands on my bladder, treating it like a bean bag chair. Not funny. Nor is it funny when he decides to reach out and punch a major organ. The time it really sucks is when I’ve just eaten and the character is cramped for space. Not only does the pressure of feeling for full you’re going to pop, no matter how small the meal was, the character has to move, push, kick, punch, shove, trying to get more space and making you really wish you could digest at a normal rate or faster just to stop the annoyance.
When I was pregnant with Evan, a few of my co-workers were amused that I would scold him when he became too active. Not that he ever listened. We started our mother-child relationship early.
So how’s the baby moving for you?
The character won’t stop.