Well, this whole week we've been wandering around Miami. We drove down to the keys with my friends. Mommy got all emotional because she missed Daddy. Everyone's blaming it on hormones but I know better. We've never been apart this long, and I'm taking my friends to do all the things, except snorkeling, that I'd normally do with B. It hit me on the way back up from the keys. It's torture. I got over it and we hit the clubs and hung out with my Miami Homies.
All the while the baby is QUIET. Not a whole lot of movement at all. Even when we got the extra sonogram (Thanks Uncle P.R.!), he was sleeping. He was so cute too. He looked just like B. His hand was over his head and he was just OUT.
I think he missed his Daddy. And I've completely hosed our routine. Who knew babies could get used to a routine in utero. Even though weekends are often different, I think there's a comfort with home and familiar activities and sound that even they get used to. So I think
that he was just out of sorts.
Some people wondered if the lack of movement freaked me out. It didn't. I could feel him moving around in there but there wasn't the distinct kicking and playful tickling that I'd gotten used to. And so I could just tell he was not right in the situation.
Then there was the one time he did kick - at night. When I'd finally make it to be he'd move and kick in this antsy sort of way, like he was restless. I attribute this feeling, this motion to missing B the most. Every night B comes in and tucks us into bed. He talks to us and rubs the belly, occasionally schnuggling the belly. That routine puts me in the mood to sleep and calms me. It always seemed to calm DJ too. If he was kicking like mad, Daddy would come round and rub the belly and he'd quiet down. (He might start up again after but it was usually only momentary). I think he missed the routine.
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