Flippin’ Baby #6

Unlike its creepy avatar in my sidebar, Little Kid #6 likes to move. There’s not a lot of passive floating around and sleeping going on in there. From what I can observe, there’s a disco in there and #6 is doin’ the Hustle. It’s either that or advanced acrobatics. Either way this kid is in trouble because there’s no way I gave permission for that kind of activity.

To the other children’s disappointment, #6 isn’t big enough to be felt by anyone but me. Yet. I’m okay with that. I like this part of pregnancy where I get to know the newbie without having to share him (or, please God, her) with the world quite yet. It is just the two of us, sharing this body an this space. We’re like the dude on Alien but with a happier outcome. It’s similar though since I too will have a 6 pound screaming creature come pushing its way out of my lower abdomen. So, yeah, similar but better because I get drugs. Mmmmmm…epidurals…..If I could just get one of those for the last 6 weeks or so, man..I’d so do that!

I’m at that point where the baby moving feels like sweet little bubbles and the need for maternity clothes depends on how comfortable I want to be. I’m getting the wondering looks from people in stores as they try and figure out if I really am crazy enough to have a sixth. I seem like such a nice person; surely lunatics wear signs or something. In a few weeks, there will no longer be any doubt, and the quizzical glances will become shocked stares of disbelief.

Until now, the main proof that a baby was coming has been in the copious amounts of pumpkin seeds I’ve been eating. Man, those things are good. The way I’m eating them you’d think they grow on plants or something. Wouldn’t that be awesome? If pumpkin seeds grew on plants? And you could just go and pick them instead of having to clean off the shelf at the grocery store? Dude, what a wonderful, crazy world that would be.