When I was a teenager driving my parents’ cars around, I would periodically hear a strange noise. After listening to it for a few days, I would get around to describing the noise to my skeptical dad. He would then take a ride in the car and of course the sound would be nowhere to be heard.
The same thing is happening now with the baby’s movements and my baby-daddy. I’m past the 20 week point and feeling the baby move a lot. He seems to especially love when I work on my laptop. It’s possible also that he hates it but when I’m typing, he’s on the MOVE. I chose to believe he’s having a geeked-out party in there, excited for the day when he will sit on the couch with the rest of the family, all be-lap-topped himself.
One night Dan came to bed after I was already asleep and he says he thinks he felt the baby move when he put his hand on my belly. Since then, I’ve been excited to share these moments with him. Whenever I feel “Big Cheese/Lightbulb” move or hiccup, I grab Dan and pull him over. “He’s moving. Feel the baby!”
He quickly puts his hand on my baby and the baby plays dead. Complete limpness occurs. I am suddenly a liar. All I can feel is my own heart beating. Dan humors me and moves his hand around a bit before smiling and continuing on with what he was doing before my false alarm.
I have to tell you how much better the pregnancy is now that I can feel the baby moving around inside. The barfing all seems just a bit less annoying now that I can feel a person moving around keeping me company. It really is like carrying around a little friend for a few months, a secret friend, a friend who hides out when anyone else comes near. He’s kind of like an imaginary friend who makes me nauseous.