Guilty Pleasures
Today, when I called my husband to see how late he was working, I told him the damn baby has been kicking me all day. He asked me how I could go from not being sure if I could even feel the baby to feeling her kick in just a few days. Was I sure it was her? How did I know?
After I got off the phone I realized that I have only truly felt the baby (and realized it) for a day or two, and in those few days I have bitched about her kicking more times than I can count.
I just want to let it be known that I am a complete asshole, and although I have bitched repeatedly about the kicking, I have not mentioned the fact that feeling this baby kick me is one of the most INCREDIBLE, FANTASTIC feelings in the whole, wide world. Seriously. INCREDIBLE.
I’m not quite sure why I can’t just say that instead of bitching. Just know that when I cringe or snarl at the movement in my belly, I’m really thinking, “Oh, thank god. She’s still in there. Still moving around.” And when she goes for a couple of hours without a real kick, I miss her more than I’ve ever missed anything in my whole life. The cynic in me just won’t let me say it out loud.
You are such a funny goober, spooner! The kicking was my favorite part of being preggo, I’m so jealous! 🙂 You can bitch when she starts jabbing her feet into your rib cage for extended periods of time – that frickin hurts!
By the way – a new name, please!!!! 🙂
Oh, and I love how you redid your wite! It looks great!
damn I can’t spell. I meant your website…
A baby girl kicking you….awwwwww and YOU are getting sentimental!?!? FINALLY!!! The realization is becoming public! I’m happy for you darling, more happy that it’s a girl and I knew it had to be! 🙂 Loves ya