I may need to change my theory about how DJ is behaving. He seems to like to get up first thing in the morning. Well, not even first thing, just BEFORE first thing. 5:30 or 6am and he's poking me again! And this is after I've already shut the windows to the birds. Either the boy's got incredible hearing in there (so I didn't blow out his ears in Miami with all the clubbing) or he just likes the morning.
So I was happily sleeping, dreaming about talking to someone's dad about our escapades and how I used to tell my parents everywhere I went (HA! that's a big fat fib!). I'm not pregnant in this dream until I start getting a FLURRY of blows to the belly from the inside. Unperturbed I look down and pet the tummy and there it is again. Slowly, but surely, I wake up. I would say this flurry continued on and off for a good 10 to fifteen minutes. I'm sure I got a hundred movements in that time. It was crazy. Thankfully, he wasn't kicking that hard. He seemed to just be having fun. I figure it was feet because it always seemed to me that babies get their foot coordination before their hand coordination. That's my impression anyway. The ends seemed small and hand like, but I can't imagine him punching in such a coordinated manner. It was almost as if he were kicking to swim, as opposed to the baby standing dance (you know, when you put them on your lap and hold them up a bit and the legs go up and down like they are dancing?).
Funny thing is, I went back to sleep for a little while longer and when I woke up again he was quiet. He's been quiet until just now when I sat down to write this. And now he's poking at me again. It's a gentle prodding kind of feeling, and occasionally it feels like he's stroking me on the inside or something. We're hungry so I'd better go and feed us soon!
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