Nine months ago, this would have totally freaked me out. Now I’m just fascinated.
If you’ve never seen a bare, pregnant belly bulge and recede due to the rockin’ and rollin’ of the little one inside, then you’re in for a treat. While Brian and I regularly compare this to something from an alien movie, let me describe more accurately what this FEELS like from this inside.
It’s like I have a tiny elf in my stomach. Mr. Elf has an itty bitty rolling pin and likes to firmly roll his dough out, which happens to stretch anywhere from the bottom of my ribs to the top of my hip bones. Sometimes, however, Mr. Elf lets his imagination go wild and likes to pretend he’s a master swordsman. He grabs one end of his rolling pin and, after a little something like, “Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die,” he’ll then proceed to jab me with the other, dull end of the rolling pin in slow, playful fencing strokes.
If you’re not up for two minutes of bare belly, just watch from the 20 second mark to the 40 second mark and you’ll get a good idea of what the heck I’m talking about.
A few things to notice:
- That’s Esther at the other end of the couch making herself comfortable. Sweet face.
- Yes, I’m listening to a replay of the Rams vs. Lions. Good game.
- You’ll hear me sigh and take a deeper breath. Breathing is slightly harder when you’re pregnant. That inhale/exhale is not Bennett moving the belly.
- I still have my belly button, though it’s hanging on by a thread.
- Around the 1:50 mark, if you’re paying attention, though my belly isn’t bulging as much, it does have a little tick. Bennett had the hiccups.
- The linea nigra has darkened so I definitely have that distinctive pregnancy line running up my belly.
Enjoy! (And try not to be creeped out!)