If you don’t know Luda’s “Southern Hospitality” you should! At least the first 30 seconds. Lyrical genius.
18 weeks 1 day.
In less than one week, Case and I find out if we are having
a little boy or a little girl. We are really not picky, and are just hopeful
that our child is healthy and happy. Whatever little blessing is bestowed upon
us, is the child that is right for us.
So……I *think* I took a ‘bow to the bladder the other day. I am pretty sure I would have went on believing that I had the world’s most annoying unproductive gas, had some kind ladies not told me “At 18 weeks along, have you felt your baby move yet?” I would have remained oblivious that such events could even happen before the month of “oh my God am I really going to get bigger” comes along and I can physically see my belly rolling from one side to the other. I have never had a baby in my tummy before, I don’t know what to expect, and I sure didn’t know that at a mere 4 months along, I would feel my baby’s head, shoulders, knees, and toes jabbing at me.
Dear one day hopeful Moms, file this under “crap other women tell you about pregnancy that is a bunch of BS”. Regarding what to expect to feel of my baby’s first movements, other women told me that it will feel like, “a small flock of beautiful Monarch butterflies, fluttering around your precious little buttercup garden of pregnancy bliss”. Yea……expect women to basically tell you the same thing. Naturally, being a first time mom, that sounded like the most wonderful and beautiful moment of my life. What could possibly trump my belly feeling like a beautiful garden of singing angels with flutterbyes floating from buttercup to buttercup. I literally heard this music in my head just thinking about the possibility. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEulyxBCA6c . REAL FLUTTERBYES IN MY BELLY…… glorious and I could NOT wait!
Boy was I ever
disappointed. Butterflies were not exactly the feeling I had when I first felt
my baby move. Let’s just say it was far from the glamorous feeling I was
expecting. For me, it felt like a cross between unproductive gas and a muscle
spasm. Unlike gas, once the immediate feeling of pressure, which lasted literally
like 2 seconds, passed, there was no lingering “bloated gas feeling”. That was
basically how I knew that it wasn’t gas and that it was my baby. It was really
closer to the feeling of a muscle spasm, except one doesn’t usually get strange
random muscle spasms in their midsections of their tummy. The best description
I got from a dear friend of mine, and this was the most accurate depiction
anyone has described to me yet; it is that
same feeling when you go fishing and the fish takes your bait. You know the
feeling, your pole and line “pops” a few times, and as soon as you are able to
realize that you just got had by the fish, your mind and reflexes lag. That is
basically how it felt. The fish took my bait and by the time he was off my line
and gobbling down my cricket, I was left going, “hey wait a min, I think it
just ran off with my bait.” Just like fishing, I am still hanging out, getting
my bait taken on a regular and a little more predictable basis now, waiting for
the “big hit”. Looks like I have about 5 more months at this pond before I get
to real in my big catch.
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