HE KICKED!

So, our little boy has been kicking the piss out of Mommy the last few weeks (literally. It’s like hes the Italian Stallion and Lynn’s bladder is that hanging piece of meat. ) But it hasn’t been something I’ve been able to feel myself. Last night, she said, “Come here, QUICK!” Thinking something was wrong, I dropped a chair on the cat, kicked the dog in the face, knocked over the tv, set the drapes on fire, and made my cake fall that was in the oven. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating. It was more his shoulder than his face.

So she’s laying on the couch, holding her belly. Really quietly, she says to me, ” If you put your hand RIGHT HERE, and DON’T PUSH! you might feel him. ”
I put my hand on her belly, just below her belly button. Nothing.
“Well, maybe it was just a gas bubble” She says.
I giggle, then gasp. A little thump pushes against my fingers. And again.

I tell you, it makes it so real, feeling the little guy in there. Knowing that theres a baby thats mine cooking in there. I of course, being the instructional type, proceeded to start teaching my son “Shave and a haircut” much to the consternation of the Momma.

Still, I have to admit, the whole way through, feeling him kick and push, I had one thing in my mind.

Guess I’ll have to add a tiny cane and top hat to the hospital bag….