Happiness Doesn't Wait

Abi

I can't believe the amount of changes my body has gone through in the past few months. In the past few weeks! A small while ago, I had a reasonable size of a belly with lots of energy and very little pain. Now it seems like I'm carrying a soccer ball that asks for food all the time.

With that thought, I'm walking down the aisles of the nearest grocery store at two in the morning. I haven't been finding any sleep lately for various reasons, but I've managed to find a small time to take naps during the day.

I walk down the sweets area. Nothing catches my eye here. A small movement starts up inside of me. The source of my awakening tonight starts to wake up himself. It was about time! He wakes me up to a craving and he's sound asleep!

But now he's developed a new move among his various karate moves. I put my hand to the side of my belly as he starts to do a stretching movement. With this, I know he's going to start his karate sessions.

Back then, he had his light parties at night where I enjoyed his small flips and kicks. Now, he's managed to stay awake even while I'm awake. Aaron tells me that babies tend to be more active at night because during the day my movements lulls him to sleep.

That hasn't been true to me! Even while I work, I get front row seat of his karate show. About three times during the day. And since he's bigger, he's movements are much more stronger and painful, too, sometimes.

I walk through the candy aisle with my karate kid bouncing inside of me. I rub at him and look around at the small decorations they still have on from Valentine's Day. I smile at the memory of a few days ago.

Blake picked me up and I thankfully stepped out of the house. My sister and I haven't been in much talking terms since that day I saw my mother on our couch. I prefer to avoid her after the conversation I had with Blake about my little man's health.

So he lovingly kissed my lips and rubbed my moving belly when I entered his car. His eyes shined at me when he asked, "If you could relive any moment from our relationship before I left, what would it be?"

I thought of this one. I have so many happy memories of this man, but only one sticks out to me the most. So I gave him a sweet smile and said, "Our very first Valentine's Day date..."

"Then let's relive it," he warmly said at me.

My heart jumped with joy at these words and it really did seem like we were back when I was twenty one. He took me to his place and there was a table set just exactly as he did in that year. Fancy candles with a fancy set of silverware. I felt a blush coming up as I watched him cook for me. Of course he was much better this year since back then he was just learning about the culinary arts world.

Then the last part was the best part of the night. It was back then, too, when he took out his guitar and a sang a song to me. God. I wasn't the only one who's heart was jumping with joy as my young man kicked and jabbed at my belly at the sound of music coming from his dad. I remember putting a light hand on my belly and even with my light touch, I could still feel his movements strong and clear.

I admired the man in front of me and I realized that a building doesn't define him. It's all the little things in between that makes this baby move around with joy with the small touch of his hand. It's his warm heart that's always made me fall in love him all over again.

Apart from that lovely event, I've had small bumps with my mother. There's times when I come home early from work and there she is with Amy. Cooking or laughing or talking. I always roll my eyes at her whenever this happens, and lock myself in my room. Luckily, I've secured a stash of snacks in my drawer just in case she takes forever to leave. Her being in my apartment is getting on my nerves...