I have a sneaking suspicion that Snowball is really taking to me as his/her mama. Unless a little squirrel has somehow made its nest in my belly, Snowball is in full rove and is popping about as if he/she owns the place. I was leary of talking about feeling the earth move under my feet as I have heard from sooo many already-moms and my fellow moms-to-be who have said so confidently “I remember the moment I first felt the baby move and it was simply amazing”. I must admit, I did not have such an affirming moment. I was uncertain if it was gas (yes, another glam gift of carrying a kiddo), my mind playing tricks on me or indeed, our invigorated infant. So, the word was mum for the last couple of weeks. I hope that my inability to immediately identify the movement does not mean I am an inept mother-to-be (I am sure there are plenty of other things that make up that list) but I do fear the day that Snowball inquires as to the magic of the first movement and all I can say is “Well, for the longest time, I thought you were indigestion”.
We are joining the 21 club this week and are smack dab in the middle of the 5th month. Who knew that sans stomach chaos, carrying a baby is a pretty sweet gig? I find that I walk around staring at other people toting their tots, smiling at others currently in the carrying a baby bunch and even envisioning myself as Snowball’s mom. It must be some sort of second trimester hormonal bliss that has pushed my first trimester woes further behind me and morphed into visions of snuggling with Baby Brehm, happily wiping up snot from Snowball’s runny little nose and cheerfully changing diaper after diaper (yes, I am clearly dilusional, but I am pregnant so I get a pass). It’s as if I’ve landed in the Disney flick Enchanted (cue the singing birds and mice), only Amy Adams character is knocked up and played by me. I am frequently jolted away from these daydreams as I jump to the john for the twelfth time in four minutes or push the heating pad down my pants to pamper my back pain. It is in these moments that I am reminded, once again, that Snowball has total control of this gestational junket.
