There's not much about pregnancy that's really comfortable. Generally speaking, if someone says that procreation is a magical experience, they're only saying that so the species doesn't die out. Well that, or because they can't tell you what it's really like for fear of breaking preggo cult rules. Despite all of this, there is one thing that has not ceased to fascinate me and that's the feel of our little alien moving.
If you think about it, when you look inward, it's just you inside. But when I feel the little alien moving, it reminds me that, for the moment at least, I'm not alone in here. And it's the strangest thing to see my tummy undulate and quake with the little alien's antics. At one point, all I could say was "What's with the krunking?! You can pop and lock when you get out!" But at the same time, it's reassuring to feel the movement because it's a reminder that all is well.
So now I find that at least part of my day is spent navel gazing with a ridiculously goofy smile on my face. Despite my best efforts, this whole pregnancy thing is turning me into a sap.
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