10:13 a.m. - 2006-06-08
Never Too Early To Have a Hobby
I'm definitely feeling Pumpkin more and more now. Just a week ago, I was lamenting that I hadn't felt her move yet, and wondering, yet again, if maybe this was all a huge practical joke played upon me -- that I wasn't really pregnant and had been implanted with a watermelon seed or something. And now I feel her quick little movements every day.
The best way I can describe it is feeling as though a goldfish just made a quick 180 in my lower abdomen. My friend Lisa suggsted that maybe I actually *do* have a goldfish in there, as a pet for my little girl, which is a fun and exciting prospect, because everyone needs a hobby. But then I worry that I might acidentally digest the goldfish, and how am I going to explain that? I always knew I'd have to have the Where Pets Go When They Die talk with my kids, but this seems kind of early for that.
Still, I do imagine what it's like in there for her. Mainly, I worry that she's bored. I know I would be. I would at least hope for a magazine, or even the back of a cereal box. I know my cats get bored around the house, and they have an endless supply of toys to play with, windows to look out of, and beds to nap on -- and they're not even confined to anyone's uterus. I wonder if she's counting down, like I am: "Oh, God, I still have 133 days left before I can be born. What am I going to do with myself until then? Stare at these four walls?"
