Everyday I feel Oliver’s movement a little more, to the point that I can barely sit at my computer and work (edit and write) when he’s wrestling around in my belly. I can sense his head changing position and his feet pressing against me. That along with his falling deeper and deeper into my pelvis, and the pains in my hip that I now believe are spurned by his head pressing against my pelvic bone, makes for a lot of breaks and resting and sometimes verbal exclamation, whether anyone’s in the house with me or not.
All that being said, I think I’ll miss carrying him around inside of me when this part–the pregnancy–is over and done with. But it will certainly be nice to feel his skin and hold his hands and one day feel the weight of him against my body. Suspended in water as he is right now, he feels almost like a mythical creature at times. I sometimes wonder what it was like for mothers who didn’t have ultrasound technology at their examinations. It must have seemed even more unreal.
