I am not a maternal person, not at all. I like other people's children, but not all of them. I hang out with (some of) them, but in moderation. In fact I particularly dislike little spoilt creatures that have no boundaries and break everyone's balls.
I am about to put my money where my mouth is though: 31 weeks and counting. In about two months I'll have an alien of my own, keeping me awake at night, not knowing what to do. I haven't felt any fantastic maternal feelings kicking in during all this time, I'm just going with the flow and taking it one day at a time.
But there are mornings like this, sitting in bed, fooling around on the net, the rain lashing outside, and as I am sitting relaxed I get a funny kicks-combo inside my belly. It's a funny feeling, I have to say. I am often tempted to see too much into it: the baby responding in a movement I made, a song playing, or something I say. But perhaps it's just a way to simply say "hi I'm here". Or being squashed in my belly, wants to stretch about a bit. In any case, I have to say, cliché as it sounds, it's a little miracle, and I like it a lot. Makes me think it will be fun to meet this individual who kicked my ass off for all these months.
Two months and counting.
Scary, but exciting.
I am about to put my money where my mouth is though: 31 weeks and counting. In about two months I'll have an alien of my own, keeping me awake at night, not knowing what to do. I haven't felt any fantastic maternal feelings kicking in during all this time, I'm just going with the flow and taking it one day at a time.
But there are mornings like this, sitting in bed, fooling around on the net, the rain lashing outside, and as I am sitting relaxed I get a funny kicks-combo inside my belly. It's a funny feeling, I have to say. I am often tempted to see too much into it: the baby responding in a movement I made, a song playing, or something I say. But perhaps it's just a way to simply say "hi I'm here". Or being squashed in my belly, wants to stretch about a bit. In any case, I have to say, cliché as it sounds, it's a little miracle, and I like it a lot. Makes me think it will be fun to meet this individual who kicked my ass off for all these months.
Two months and counting.
Scary, but exciting.
