Kung Fu Fighting!
(from http://lowercasemarcus.blogspot.com/)
I don’t mean to over dramatize this, but #koos almost felt like he was trying to do just that last night! Most of the time he is content to shuffle around, just poking a leg here or there, but, much to Pinky’s chagrin, every now and then he does a full kata session in there.
It’s very difficult to bring across the emotions I feel when not just feeling, but actually seeing him rummage around in Pinky. While you would imagine it being slightly disturbing, it isn’t. I do feel sorry for Pinky that gets prodded at all times of the day, but mostly I feel (undeservedly) proud. And curious… I so badly wish I had my own personal ultrasound machine so I can watch him as he learns and explores his cocooned world consisting of legs, arms and membrane. I constantly wonder what neural connections are being made right now and how (or if) it affects who he’ll become.
It’s not too long now before I can finally meet him. As we say in Afrikaans: “min dae.”
That was the best part of being pregnant for me, knowing that Paul could not only feel the baby moving but could see her moving too.
Also the whole ‘Alien in my belly’ vibe was awesome :)
The kicking was the worst part for me in the pregnancy. Both my children had the nick to really put a punch in their kicks, so that it was really really sore :(
This part I don’t miss about pregnancy.
I’m reminded in a sci-fi cross reference way of a friend who’s bump was called “The Borg” ever since the first scan was seen.