So every time I go into see the doctor they always ask if I can feel baby moving... since about 8 weeks pregnant. Usually I have to say no. But this week, I'm sure that something is alive inside of my belly, and it is a weird, weird feeling.
Like popcorn popping, or that feeling you get when you drop over the edge of the roller coaster's first big drop. Sometimes like little gas bubbles popping or butterflies in your stomach (but lower).
It's reassuring and strange and scary all at the same time. I am almost waiting for the "Alien" moment when it comes burrowing out and tap-dances across my counter top. I know the feelings will get stronger and harder as it grows- after all it's only the size of an avocado.
Maybe the movements are what are feeding my strange dreams of being able to take my baby out and play with it....
Only 28 more days until the next ultrasound where we get to see the little avocado again... I'm looking forward to it!
I'm just a small town girl lucky enough to be married to my high school sweetheart. After 3 years of marriage and a lesson in patience (and modern medicine) we were blessed with our daughter Madigan.
I like to think that my breast feeding, child-wearing, attachment parenting "grassroots values" balance out my full-time-working, disposable diapering, child vaccinating modern motherhood, into a category I like to consider Semi-Crunchy.
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