Last night I was laying in bed awake while my wife was passed out beside me, as is often the case. I kept on obsessing about reaching over and putting my hand on her belly, but I didn't want to wake her up, and she was already having a restless enough sleep. I left her alone, but I REALLY like the idea of being able to feel junior moving around in there. I've heard it moves around more after you stop, so while I'm sitting there awake, it's prime contact time.
She says she hasn't felt anything definite yet. That hasn't prevented me from constantly resting my hand on her tummy and swearing that I feel it moving around in there. I mean, I feel something. It might just be my twitchy hand, but I can believe. I love the idea of this little sleepy, swimming little being just floating around in there and dreaming itself into existence. Occasionally kicking or twitching if it feels compelled. Part me, part her. It seems like its world would be so comfortable and cozy.
I find it kind of interesting that as we grow up the world's edges get more and more solid. We start off in our soft little cavern and gradually move into our hard-edged houses.Language starts as a blur of sounds and eventually becomes big words like osteoporosis. We create new soft spaces for future generations to inhabit. I don't think I've ever thought of the world in terms of cycles of hard and soft, but there you go. Miracle of children and all that.
Anyway, I'm super excited to really, definitely feel this little critter move. Right now it's the size of an avocado, and is only starting to develop any fat cells. In other words, It's super wimpy. I kind of like that it doesn't need to be stronger, but it makes me feel like I better do a damned good job of protecting it until it can protect itself. We're crossing over into the fifth months at this point. It's unfolding fast!
She says she hasn't felt anything definite yet. That hasn't prevented me from constantly resting my hand on her tummy and swearing that I feel it moving around in there. I mean, I feel something. It might just be my twitchy hand, but I can believe. I love the idea of this little sleepy, swimming little being just floating around in there and dreaming itself into existence. Occasionally kicking or twitching if it feels compelled. Part me, part her. It seems like its world would be so comfortable and cozy.
I find it kind of interesting that as we grow up the world's edges get more and more solid. We start off in our soft little cavern and gradually move into our hard-edged houses.Language starts as a blur of sounds and eventually becomes big words like osteoporosis. We create new soft spaces for future generations to inhabit. I don't think I've ever thought of the world in terms of cycles of hard and soft, but there you go. Miracle of children and all that.
Anyway, I'm super excited to really, definitely feel this little critter move. Right now it's the size of an avocado, and is only starting to develop any fat cells. In other words, It's super wimpy. I kind of like that it doesn't need to be stronger, but it makes me feel like I better do a damned good job of protecting it until it can protect itself. We're crossing over into the fifth months at this point. It's unfolding fast!
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