5:30 a.m. That's when Possum woke me up this morning. 5:30 a.m. We're going on Day 2 of I Am Baby, Hear Me Roar... This kid is definitely making his presence known. It feels like I swallowed a puppy that's chasing a kitten that's attacking a monkey. I don't know if he's hungry or bored or what, but man. I don't know about you, but I always assumed that kicking felt sort of cute. Whenever I'd see pregnant women putting their husband's hands on their bellies they were always smiling. It made it seem relaxing, like getting a little massage.
Yeah, fuck that.
Don't get me wrong. Feeling the baby? Way better than not feeling the baby. But for such a "natural" thing, it sure does feel... "scary" might be too strong. It's definitely startling and uncomfortable. Imagine your organs flipping. Seriously, I don't know how people with twins (or, gah!, octuplets) handle it. And those pioneer women? MAN. Butchering hogs and stuffing mattresses with straw and lugging water from the creek while juggling god knows how many young'uns... I've said it before and I'll say it again, I would have made a crappy pioneer wife.
I hope they bitched too.