Skipping the weekend
Dec. 9th, 2003 01:15 pmWe had a lovely low-stress weekend in Barcelona with my best friend Gary (I really need to count up all my best friends one day) and got back on Sunday night exhausted. I like Barcelona, and I want to live there someday when I've completely lost my sense of smell. They do this sunshine thing over there that I could really get used to. I will write it up properly right after I finish writing up the visit to Ireland.
Other than that, I have mostly been thinking baby thoughts. On Saturday evening, while we were eating dinner, the baby started kicking - or headbanging or something - in time to the background music. This was unbelievably weird. I mean, yes, I know it's another person currently living in and off me, and not just a body part, but it was the weirdest way of driving this home I've ever heard of. My book says it won't be able to hear sounds from outside the womb for at least another week.
I seem to have reached a point where the completeness of the, um - well, it's a bit like Strongbow. I invited the invader in, so I can't really complain when it annexes six counties and a spleen. It just feels somewhat freaky. I'm still pleased, and I get all excited when it wriggles and jiggles and tickles insider, and I feel well and healthy generally (wobbly legs and semi-constant stitch notwithstanding), and it's one hell of a strong baby. It can leave me temporarily winded by dive-bombing my diaphragm, and when it stretches out in my right-hand-side I bulge lopsidedly. Bits of me are changing colour as scheduled, which is also incredibly weird, and I'm getting more interested in my own digestive system than anyone ought to.
I'm not sure I'll want this kid to be born. I have a feeling I might get too attached to having it live in me. Does this happen? Is this one reason why people get pregnant again so soon sometimes?
LOL
Date: 2003-12-09 06:36 am (UTC)Re: LOL
Date: 2003-12-09 08:29 am (UTC)Re: Skipping the weekend
Date: 2003-12-09 09:52 am (UTC)