If you've been hanging around this here blog for the better part of two years, you might remember that Teyla moved in utero. A LOT. I often wondered if she ever STOPPED moving. It felt like my abdomen was a blur of jabs and pokes and prods the last three months of the pregnancy.
And then she was born. And she started crawling at 6 months and climbing the stairs at 8. All that movement suddenly made perfect sense. (I imagine it's like watching a horror movie AFTER you know the killer is lurking inside the outhouse. With a chainsaw. Hindsight is 20-20.)
So I'm somewhat frightened to tell you -- the baby currently residing inside of me also moves. A LOT. (More on that in my Pregnancy Journal post at 5 Minutes for Parenting today.)
I try to comfort myself with the truth that my placenta is NOT next to my outer abdominal wall this time. That means any movements this baby makes are more distinct and possibly exaggerated compared with what I'm used to, since I don't have a built-in cushion to absorb the blows.
But really. This is Teyla's little brother we're talking about here.
I am so in for it.
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