Dancing Morning

This morning the birds woke me up at an UNGODLY hour again. Apparently, the woke up DJ again today. He was up like me at 6 something again. With some coaxing, I got him to relax enough for me to go back to sleep. B was dead to the world and I couldn't get him to roll over using normal methods (stroking a sleeping arm or calling out his name quietly), so I was on my own.

When I woke up again later this morning, the baby was dancing. You know how an infant looks when they are just scrambling on their backs? Their little arms just flail and the legs wiggle? That's what it felt like. All kinds of random poking that was soft and happy feeling. It was neat. I dozed for a little while longer, still feeling tired from the day before. Once the leg cramps I've been getting while sleeping got overwhelming, I got up.

Now I'm sitting in front of the computer and he's tickling me like crazy. I'm trying not to giggle too much since B is sleeping down the hall but it's hard. Whenever anything rests against the side of the belly, I stroke him.

I've been doing that a lot. I try to acknowledge any movements with sound or touch. I want him to know that I can feel him, that I'm reacting to his movements. I dream about being able to cuddle and play with him. I think he's going to be a wriggly baby and tons of fun. I tell him that I can't wait to meet him, that we're excited to have him with us. A co-worker suggested that he'd be more anxious to come out in a timely fashion if he's getting that kind of feedback. I hope so. This belly is HUGE!