Yes, I am now calling my child “the octopus”. Den says that’s mean. I say it’s fitting.

This was an early morning for me, because Den had to get up early (early early) for work today. I was all set to fall back asleep (the cat woke me up getting comfortable and kneading my shoulder while he did so), when I noticed that no one was kicking me. The baby was asleep! Yessss!! Okay, a small small tiny part of my brain was a little worried that there was no movement… mostly happy that he was asleep. Tiny bit worried.

Then…. *kick*
Oh hi Devin. Thanks for reassuring me. You can go back to sleep now.
……..
Shew, thanks.
*kick kick. kick. wiggle. kick*
Awwwww damnit. Octopus is awake again.

Then my stomach started growling angrily for food and I knew going back to sleep was simply not in the cards for me.

Of course, now the kiddo is peaceful and I’m sitting here bleary-eyed but awake, and I can’t even go back to sleep because I have to leave for a midwife appointment in a little over an hour.

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Last night I was laying in bed watching a show on my laptop when Den came in to go to bed. As he was undressing he started giggling – like flat out giggling. I had to pause my show to find out what the heck was up, only to find him staring at my bulging belly. “It’s the most basketballish I’ve ever seen it!”

He got in bed with a huge grin on his face.