Jumping Jelly Bean

My best friend Tracey calls the baby Jelly Bean which makes me think of a jumping bean, today Sophia has decided to live up to that name. Her movement has been pretty consistent over the last month or so, I feel her just a little bit in the morning but not much. Maybe she will be a morning sleeper which would suit me just fine. In the afternoons she spends an hour or two jogging and doing tai chi and then when I go to bed she wakes up, sweet girl. Several times I have been lying in bed with the remote on my belly and she has kicked so hard that the remote jumps. She is very clever and only does this when I am alone so Brooke thinks that I am insane.

This past weekend was spent in Salina at the Smokey Hill River Festival. Our normal routine was disrupted because I was awake more at night then I ever am and during the day I walked more then I usually do. Sophia I think was a little freaked out because she didn't move much the whole weekend. By Saturday night I was starting to panic a little that I hadn't felt her all day, Brooke kept reassuring me that everything was okay but I enjoy the thrill of the panic. After drinking some tea and lying down for about thirty minutes I started to feel some movement, not as much as normal but it eased my mind.

Monday Sophia wanted to reassure me herself that she was good so she danced quite a bit in the afternoon and evening. Today however I can not only feel her movements but her body parts. I am not quite sure what I am feeling but she is pushing against the top of my belly and I can actually feel the outline of something. A leg, perhaps an elbow, I am not sure but it is at once the coolest and the creepiest feeling. I love know that she is right there and that she can feel me push back but not knowing what I am touching is weird, Brooke hopes that I am not poking her eyeball.

Today at lunch he asked that I not move anymore for the next three months because he is worried that I will move and she will readjust and get the cord caught around some body part. I told him personally I would be okay staying at home for the next three months but shockingly that is not what he meant. So we compromised that I would continue to do what I have been doing and he would continue to worry that she is going to get caught in something. We make a great team of worry warts!