Kickin' Butt, Bladder, Etc.

Bugbear is kicking butt. And bladder. And various other squishable internal organs. S/he even found my stomach and made me burp the other day.

And at yesterday's midwife appointment, s/he kicked visibly while flipping around to run away from the doppler. His/her nickname has gone from Ute Ninja to BeeGee, because s/he has daily dance parties at 3pm, 6-8pm, 10pm, 4am, 6am, and 7:30am, and a ninja would not be that predictable.

And in fabulous exciting news, Michael finally got to feel Bugbear moving around last night at the 10pm dance. I think the memory of laying there with his hands on my abdomen and saying "Oh that was it" with no doubt at all, and me knowing exactly what he'd felt, might be the high moment of this pregnancy so far. It was nothing other than happy, exciting, and intimate, and I get a rush even just closing my eyes and thinking about it. It feels more like an us thing and less like a me thing now, and I cherish that.