Friday, June 17, 2005
I Am A Bag of Fish

I am like a bag of fish. When the baby moves I feel soft little nudges on my belly that make me think of fish against a plastic bag. Well actually I should say I used to feel like a bag of fish. Now the baby doesn’t make little baby nudges anymore. She’s more like a little boxer in there or a kick boxer with strong jabs, punches, and kicks that push my belly out. She’s so big now that she can push in opposite directions, like she’s kicking on one side and punching on the other. The other day Alan came home and kissed my belly and the baby popped him one on his mouth.
My favorite time of day is when I lay down to sleep and right before I turn the light off I just lay there and watch my belly moving up and down with her little pushes. It’s like watching a little show happening right on my belly.





