April 26, 2013

Awkward Yoga

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if a little person moved into your stomach and started re-arraigning all the furniture?  And then about every week or so, they decide their apartment's not big enough and start stretching the walls out?  That's pretty much exactly what being pregnant is like. 

Today I am exactly seven months pregnant and this is what I've learned so far: just when I think Bishop has found every awkward position he could possibly be in, he finds a new even more awkward and uncomfortable position.  I think I've figured out his motives.  Whenever he makes me feel uncomfortable, I feel the need to rub my stomach so that he calms down and stops practicing his awkward yoga routine.  Then it hit me: he's exactly like his father.  He's just trying to manipulate me into rubbing his head.  It's just like when John sets his head on my chest as a subtle way of telling me it needs a massage.  Bishop is just trying to push his head through my stomach so that I'll reach down and start rubbing it.  Boys. 

I guess it could be that he's just so anxious to meet us that he's trying to get out.  That makes me feel a little more loved and little less used.  Either way, I can't wait to meet the little guy.  And it's only partially because I'll be able to sit and lay down in whatever position I want. 

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