I spent a couple hours last night staring at my belly. At first in utter amazement that it is so full and round – I think it’s much bigger now than it was at this point with my first – and I’m wondering how much bigger it could possibly get.

Then I sat back and enjoyed the show. My belly alternated between waves and quick jabs way down low and way up high near my ribs seemingly at the same time, which got me thinking. How can he do that? Is he super long? Or maybe he has a secret twin living in there with him? I’ve had two ultrasounds during the course of this pregnancy and neither detected two babies. Nevertheless, all of this activity seems a bit curious. I don’t remember my first making such efficient use of the space available to him.

So I spend my nights wondering exactly what he’s doing in there. Is he hatching his escape plan? Is he rockin’ out to the rhythm of my heartbeat? Or maybe he’s in training for a future Olympics. I guess I’m not meant to know. But his nighttime performances are more entertaining than pretty much anything else.

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