I always imagined that feeling a baby move inside you would be maybe the weirdest thing that a human could ever experience. And I was right. It’s beyond strange.
I felt her move for the first time on Tuesday. I was laying next to Zack in bed, and I felt something bubble around my uterus. It was indistinguishable from gas. After all, as we’ve firmly established, I have a lot of gas. I froze and told Zack that I thought maybe, just maybe, I felt her move. Then she did some kind of intra-uterine ninja-baby kick-flip, dragging one of her teeny baby elbows (or something, who the hell really knows, right?) along the inside of her little muscular cave.
Baby elbows scraping along the internal surface of the uterus are distinguishable from gas. Baby elbows scraping along the internal surface of the uterus feel… well… exactly like it sounds like it would feel. It feels like one of the weirdest things a human could possibly experience.
At the last appointment, my doctor estimated that she weighed 7 ounces. That’s right on track for her growth, but nevertheless, it’s still really teeny. I tried to tell myself that for the rest of this week when I didn’t feel her move as much as I wanted to. When I’m up and moving around, I never feel her. She’s just too small, I guess, or it’s just too early. But then today, as Zack and I laid down to take a nap, she started pulling her little ninja-baby routine again. She is a very fierce 7 ounces; she made her presence known.
Every time I feel her, I can’t help but laugh. It’s like she’s tickling me from the inside. Zack held me in bed today for 15 minutes as she kick-flipped her way around my uterus, and I giggled the whole time.
Beyond strange. Weirdest feeling ever. But, also, jaw-droppingly awesome.