For the last few weeks I've noticed a lot of movement from the baby. I tried to describe this to Husband, but I'm not sure if I can really convey the feeling. But I'll try for you anyway.
Imagine being poked.
From the inside.
That's what it feels like. He usually does this several times in a row. And only one instance was he kicking my bladder. So far.
I've noticed he kicks even more when I'm in a position that squishes his space.
One night I moved so I laying on my side, but more like a three quarter turn so I wasn't completely on my stomach. I felt a kick. Then another. Ignoring them because I half asleep, I figured he'd stop. He likes to kick at night.
Kick. (Mom)
Kick. (Mom)
Kick. (Mom!)
(... She's not listening to me)
One. Giant. Leap! (MOM!)
It was so intense that I completely woke up. I have never felt anything like it. I believe he used all his tiny strength to push out in all directions.
Needless to say, I don't sleep like that anymore.
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