Geek Habitat

The title reflects my newfound status as a boxing ring since Sprout is into kicking and moving a lot more more this week! I counted 28 kicks/movements this morning between 5-5:30 AM. (By the third trimester they ask you to do “kick counts” so you can notice any decrease in the baby’s movement, which by then might indicate a problem. I’m a little early but figured what the hell. I fell back asleep before a full hour passed, which is the span of time they have you count.)

And even though I went to bed at 2 AM (thanks to a long overdue World of Warcraft indulgence), by 9 AM Sprout was kicking and jabbing me again. I stopped counting at around 12 kicks/jabs, mostly because she was heading for a solid kick to my bladder so I had to get up to take care of that.

She doesn’t just kick low now… I get elbows in both sides, kicks and arm shoves and everything! I don’t know who she is boxing in there, but I think she’s probably winning!

I’m extremely overdue on posting another “belly photo”, and I hope to do that soon. If our Christmas tree was decorated (which it still isn’t), I’d have already posed in front of it for a photo… but instead it’s just a fake pine tree with white Christmas lights. Don’t blame Justin; he keeps offering to take the photo, but by the end of the day I’m usually in whatever’s comfortable and that’s rarely what is also photogenic or at least not overly-revealing when shared online. (Oh, shush…)