So what do you do when your neighbor decides to take up an exercise program at night when you’re ready to go to bed? Well, I think in this particular case, I’m just going to have to grin and bear it for the next four months or so.
For the past few nights as I’ve crawled into bed, the youngun has decided to rev up the engines and wake up. I get everything from whooshing side to side across my abdomen to well aimed kicks to my bladder. I can almost here the baby think, “What’s this do?” **THUMP** “Hey! That was fun; let’s try it again!” **THUMP**
The little energizer bunny starts hopping right at bedtime, and I can still feel kicking when I wake up in the morning. What I can’t figure out is if we have a dancer, acrobat or just plain kickboxer on our hands.
Last night even Kyle could feel the intermitten kicking, which he said felt like little pulses. It’s exciting to know the little one’s doing good even if I don’t know if it’s a boy or girl. I guess I’ll just have to settle in for what will probably be a reoccuring nightly assault on my innards.