It seems fitting that after spending six and a half hours with my friend, Karen, who was gracious enough to give me the lowdown on all things baby while scoping out every nook and cranny at Great Beginnings, I would finally feel a little something unusual in my belly.
My lower belly, to be specific.
No, it didn’t feel like butterflies.
And it didn’t feel like the way I’d expect bubbles to feel, like lots of little sensations.
I guess it felt like one big bubble at a time.
When I was little, I remember bathing in a lake (long story). Because I had a bucket, if I went under water with the bucket upside down over my head (imaging the opening toward my shoulders), then I’d have plenty of air to breathe as my entire head was completely dry within the air that was trapped in the bucket.
But if I lifted the bucket away from my head and turned it right side up while still under water, then one gigantic, ‘ol bubble would blub-blub-blub to the surface.
So I wouldn’t say that I felt “bubbles.”
But I’d say that I felt one big bubble below my belly button. Then a few seconds later, I felt another big bubble. Then some more time passed and I felt another bubble. One bubble at a time.
One Bennett bubble at a time, I should say.
And I just knew that it couldn’t be gas this time because I was totally comfortable.