27 Weeks

I've been waking up a lot in the middle of the night. Surprisingly, its not the typical pregnancy symptoms, like needing to pee three times before morning or finding myself on my back struggling to roll to my side like a tipped over turtle. It's just that he moves. Like, really MOVES. 

He twists and kicks, squirms and punches. My uterus, with all of its amniotic fluid, must feel like an Olympic pool because he loves to swim to the end, perform a kick turn, and swim back to the other.  He does this all day, but even more so at night. Oftentimes, I'll wake up at 2 AM, and then 3, and then 3:30 wondering if my baby has decided to to rebel against exiting through the cervix and instead insist on clawing his way out through my belly button.

Dude, you're barely going to fit through door number 1. Don't even bother trying door number 2.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping for a typical second born sort of kid. You know, the stereotype: mellow temperament, easy-going attitude, one who sleeps well, and who is, in general, a much easier baby than the neurotic first born. But, based on these kicks, and in particular the five kicks that were just now delivered to my upper right abdomen, make me think that I should throw these second born assumptions out the window.  Or I need to accept the fact that I am gestating an entire liter of kittens.  Either way, this is a wild ride.