After my last pregnancy, women who didn't necessarily know my circumstances, would try to compare pregnant-mommy notes. For some reason, a popular topic was fetal hiccups. I was never really sure that I ever felt them with My Girl and now that I most certainly have felt them with My Boy, know that hiccups were something I never got to experience the first time around.
Baby Boy has had several bouts with the hiccups recently and there is no mistaking that the rhythmic bumps coming from my insides are just that. It's a strange feeling and I find myself counting them once I realize what they are.
Speaking of strange feelings, nothing compares to the twinges that occurred last night around my cervix. Baby Boy was sleeping soundly, as was I, until I needed to use the bathroom. Well, that was enough to wake him and keep him awake for a little playtime. My cervix was his trampoline and I swear he was either bouncing off my stitch with his feet (he's been breach) or he was strumming it like a guitar with his little hand. The sensations were so uncomfortable that I woke Hubby to let him know it felt like Baby Boy was about to burrow himself out of me. I tried changing my position several times but he was very determined to keep the fun going at my expense. It was so bad at certain points, I was prepared to move tomorrow's appointment up to today.
Otherwise, I've been feeling pretty good. In fact, I've once again pushed myself a little more than I should have this weekend, although the consequences of such have not been as debilitating as weeks' past. Saturday was another busy weekend day with yet one more visit with Santa Claus and dinner out for a friend's 30th. Yesterday was a down day though and offered some time to rest and rejuvenate as I prepare to tackle the week ahead.
28w 4d and counting...
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