Zoey has certainly been making herself at home lately. I think that she’s finding her quarters are becoming increasingly more cramped and she’s doing her best to rearrange her living space. By that I mean she’s trying to break out! Sometimes I swear that she is literally attempting to claw her way out of my stomach. It’s eerily reminiscent of the movie “Alien” when the creature is trying to bite its way through the woman’s stomach to get out into the world… You laughed, but it’s seriously uncomfortable!
She’s also decided that she’s a daddy’s girl already. When I lay down at night, she will be perfectly still and calm until Jon puts his hand on my tummy and then she feels the need to show off for him. She’ll kick and roll around and poke various body parts out as far as she can and Jon will just giggle at her and poke back. Then Jon will tell her goodnight and roll over and she’ll go to sleep too.
She will also wake up for him in the morning too. This morning Jon stood next to the bed while I was still laying down and asked how Zoey was. When I told him that she was still asleep he put his hand on my tummy and leaned down and kissed it and made loud kissy sounds and said, “Wake up Zoey!” and she immediately began her routine of kicking and moving about. She only does it for daddy and not me, but it’s kinda cute so I let it slide.
Now if she’d just stop making me feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, we’ll be just fine.
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