Another first
by Ginafishhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMpMoeIgwoQ&NR
I had no idea that You Tube had so many different types of videos like this. Who would have thought that tons of people had filmed babies moving inside bellies and then put them on line. There is absolutely no way to describe how this feels.
The first time I felt Ethan move was at about 16 weeks, I think. I wasn’t really showing too much but I was laying on my side on the couch watching tv, and I thought, what is tickling my stomach? A very light touch tickle. What is that? Am I imagining things? It felt like a butterfly batting it’s wings, from the inside where my intestines are suppose to be.
As he got bigger and the movements were more definite, it was easier to tell if it was him or just my gut rumbling. After a while, it gets so tight in there, that you can feel your belly and know you are feeling a naked bottom, or a leg. I use to “hold” Ethan’s foot all the time. I kept trying to push it away from my rib cage.
I remember watching my belly swell and move, and shrink back (relatively shrink) as he would turn and twist around. It really did feel like some alien had grown in your belly, and in fear, you wondered how this huge thing was suppose to get out of you.
What was really funny was that Ethan would get the hiccups a lot. My mom and I were visiting, and while I was reclining in my Dad’s recliner, my belly started to jump. She asked why I was so fidgety. I told her I wasn’t moving. Yes, you are, she insisted. I realized E had the hiccups.
It’s funny, after a while, I start to lose the amazement of being pregnant. You start to forget those little things that were so huge when they first happened. The first butterfly movements, the first snake like leg rolling around. Feet pushing your chest. The heaviness of it all.
I think it’s probably a good thing that the bad stuff isn’t easily remembered. But most of the bad stuff is over quickily at the hospital. It’s just a shame that all the good stuff is forgotten too.
I loved being pregnant. From about 4 months till the end. Sure it was frustrating not being able to bend over, and oh my GOD! Did I swell up! I have a LOT of stretch marks to remind me of that. Yet, I’m still able to forget it.
It’s weird in another way too. I remember way more about being pregnant with Ethan than I do with Suzanne. I remember what foods I craved with him, how fast I gained weight, how tired I was, the first movement, the delivery. I think the thing is that the first time you are pregnant, it is so totally new, you focus on everything. The second time, you notice things, but you have to focus on other things as well, like making sure the first child is well adjusted to having a new sibling.
Or maybe it’s just me. Any thoughts?
