Happiness Doesn't Wait

Abi

My little man has been kicking up a storm in there. I've learned from Blake's maternity facts that his lungs are becoming more mature, and that is why I feel small spasms in my belly. Now I not only see my belly do rolling motions, but also twitches.

But I enjoy all of this. Aaron tells me that I have to count kicks just in case there's any decrease to it. If only she knew the parties he does inside of me. But through those movements, I've gotten to understand him better.

For sure I know when he's hungry. Now that my belly is larger and he's larger, I get strong jabs now whenever I need to eat. I find it funny whenever I lightly squish my belly a bit whenever I have to get through spaces, too. He hates being slightly squished.

Another thing I've learned that he doesn't seem to enjoy very much is whenever I drive. When Blake drives, he's cruising along with us. Especially when Blake puts his hand on my belly while he drives, my little man makes my belly happily move with those moments.

But when I get in the car and start to drive, he gives me a few jabs and I try to comfort him by putting my hand to where he's jabbing at me. But I guess he then understands that it's my only source to get to work and he prefers to stay still.

The moment I get out of the car and start to walk in, he starts to give me his karate kicks towards the front of my belly and I always have to rub at that part. He doesn't seem to understand that those rubs are when it hurts.

But I've also noticed who he likes through his movements. Despite of how much he moves around in there with Blake, I'm proud to say that he likes me more.

I should know. The strength and the movements he does to my belly is more intense when I'm alone with him. The other day, I sat down on the couch after a long morning shift. I just finished eating a small meal and my eyes turned heavy.

Then I remembered of Aaron's last instructions when I went to my last check up for my seventh month, and I looked at my clock to start with the time.

Then I looked down at my quiet belly. Sometimes he falls asleep very quickly when I take a while to get something to eat and he feels like he's doing an agonizing hunger strike. So I did a small rub at my belly and said, "Hey baby. Do you think you can give mommy a small karate show?"

The moment he heard my voice, he started to stretch a little and I noted his first movement. I chuckled at his small stretching movements and said, "There you go. I'm sorry for waking you up. Your doctor said I should make you work out a little."

He started off with a few kicks and then fell silent. I rubbed my belly again and gently said, "Really? Is that all you got?" With this, he gave me a strong kick and I laughed. "There you go! Alright. Show mama what you got."

I leaned back and smiled as he immediately obeyed. His movements slowly became stronger and happier as I watched my belly move like he usually does to it. I love rubbing at the parts where my skin lifts up with his kicks, and I laugh when I see the twitches he shows from the outside. I have no need to record this, he's quite an active baby.

But apart from those lovely moments with my son, his kicks remind me of the past pregnancy I had. Sometimes, my smile grows smaller whenever I sit back to watch his show as the thought of that baby girl comes through my head. I always wonder what she would have been like. I shiver at the thought. How could I have prevented a baby to do all of this inside of me? But as sadness starts to creep up in my heart, I lean on my baby now. I rub at his kicks tenderly and try to remind myself that it's all in the past. I have someone else to worry about now.

Another person that has been worried lately is Blake. One day, I walked in on him in his office and saw him in a very thoughtful state. He didn't even notice me walk in until I ran my fingers through his dark hair.