When I was pregnant with my first baby, his movements made me come up with a word that described his personality. I blogged about it.
And now I’ve come up with a word for my daughter: mischievous.
Her distinctive move as of late is to wait until I am asleep and then wedge herself up under the right side of my ribcage. Once I wake up to pee, which is often, and feel the pain, it’s too late. Her damage has been done.
What is it with my babies enjoying the right side of my uterus?! Does it have an ocean view? Fresh paint? Hardwood floors? I guess I’ll never know.
She also enjoys dragging her pointy, pointy little elbows across the width of my abdomen, which makes for quite a show from the outside. And lately she’s been snuggling down lower and lower, which I understand is a good thing, since she’s getting ready for her big debut, but my bladder really doesn’t appreciate it. And I really hope she doesn’t start pinching my cervix like my first did, because whoa man, that shit hurts like a baby on the cervix.
And it never fails – every time I have babydaddy put his hand on my tummy to feel baby going crazy with her breakdance fighting lessons, she stops. Just like that.
So enjoy your time in there, Little Miss. I only hope I’m calling you mischievous because I’m cranky and this pregnancy seems longer and harder than the first and not because you’re gearing up to give me a hard time.
Either way, I’m on to you.
I know where you live.