It appears that Baby Dub is already taking after her mother.
See, our Baby can tell when she is being talked about. And she likes it.
One of the delights I experience every day is the feeling of Baby Dub wriggling around in my tummy. She’s a particularly active fetus. And I think the reason people say that feeling their baby move is like butterflies is because it actually GIVES you butterflies. At least, it gives me butterflies. Every time I feel her punch or kick, I get a jolt of excitement – this is happening, we are having a baby, and she is making sure we don’t forget it.
But yesterday, Baby Dub must have been working on other important matters, because I went the whole day without noticing much movement.
I was working on important matters myself. Laundry. Grocery shopping. Bachelorette party planning with my gorgeous sister. These are the matters that occupied my Sunday.
But as I was getting ready for bed, rubbing my belly with coconut lotion that Zeb hates the smell of, I realized that I hadn’t had butterflies all day.
The quickening had slowed.
I am not one to jump to panic or worst case scenarios, but I felt compelled to mention Baby Dub’s sedentary day to the Hubs.
“Baby Dub hasn’t been moving around very much today – she must be sleepy,” I said, as I crawled into bed
Offended, Baby Dub picked that moment to kick real hard… like, a can’t-mistake-that-for-gas kick.
As if to say “Hello! I spent today working on getting super tall and gorgeous and awesome, and thus had no time to entertain you. But don’t you worry. I’m still here.”
Her timing was impeccable.
I was delighted.
She’s always ready to put on a show when required.
I expect nothing less from our progeny.
We’re going to have our hands full.