I think the kid has bruised my ribs. Exactly one month ago he first discovered the strip of room between my ribcage and belly and began tickling me with his little toes. See, that was cute. Now that he's around five pounds and running out of space, THAT CRAP HURTS.
In general, the kid is a very quiet, pleasant little leech. He does most of his squiriming between the hours of midnight and 11 am when I'm typically asleep. Sometimes he'll get a little chocolate-happy and move around a bit during the day, but not much.
Well, yesterday he decided to change his sleeping habits and spent the entire day behaving as if he was trying to rip himself free of a straightjacket. He found that little spot in my bottom ribs last night and continuously beat me in them so badly that even now that his feet are not in that spot, the ribs still hurt.
Add to that the fact that mild contractions forced me out of bed this morning. I'm not a happy lady right now. 7 more weeks of this and it's only going to get worse.
Posted by Tiffany at September 30, 2006 01:39 PM | TrackBackTiff, you'll forget, I promise. 8 times I have been pregnant, and driven to the edge by the uncomfortableness of the final weeks. 8 times a babe has been put in my arms, and 8 times I have *not* named it Enough. It will be worth it.
Posted by: Cass at October 1, 2006 09:26 PMI'm trying hard not to turn myself into a martyr, but I don't feeeellllll gooooooood :(. I guess with number 2 I'll expect these things and it'll be old hat. Nobody'll will care about my belly-aching at that point ;).
Posted by: Tiffany at October 3, 2006 12:39 PM