Little Kicks

We are entering the homestretch now with only about three weeks to go. For a long time, we thought we would be having a baby this week but we got a reprieve.  As eager as I am to meet my munchkin, I am really hoping time will slow down a bit. Not only does the munchkin have more time to cook but on a purely selfish note I have honestly, despite all the craziness and doctor’s visits, enjoyed being pregnant.

I don’t miss the extreme day and night nausae that was the first three months of the process. I am not going to miss the peach fuzz beard I have recently grown – seriously between the new beard and my tatoos I am on my way to landing my own freak show attraction at the carnival. I wont miss being able to knock over anything in the house by simply turning around or having to flail like a turtle to get off the couch. I wont miss  wondering if my glasses will work when I put them on in the morning, the back aches, the constant leg cramps, fatigued insomnia, random skin discolorations, or any of the other things that can’t be mentioned in polite company.

I won’t miss comments like “Damn girl you are definitely pregnant” or “Good morning Barney” (when I was wearing a purple sweater).  I won’t miss not being able to see my feet or hourly bathroom runs. I won’t miss not being able to take a full breath or not being able eat my beloved jalapeño’s without heartburn. And don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to have a nice cold beer and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

What I am going to miss are the little kicks. Even when the munchkin is beating the hell out of my belly button which is so ticklish it is ridiculous or wedging her feet into my already tender ribs, it is the most precious thing in the world to me.

In full disclosure, my entire life the sheer thought of another human living inside my body has always just creeped me out and given me the shivers. I always thought men were very lucky that they didn’t have to worry about that possibility. A maternal instinct I did not have. So I never ever thought I would feel this way about little baby kicks.

But I’m going to miss the little kicks, crawls, and all out internal attacks. It’s been my favorite part of the whole journey and I don’t know what I will do without them. It is going to take a while to get used to just being me again without the acrobatic passenger. Those little kicks make all the other stuff AOK. I am happy as I can be that I get a few more weeks to experience them.

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