Kicks

Watch out David Beckham... there's a new soccer player in town. My son.

The very first time I felt him kick and KNEW it was him, was during my birthday dinner the day after I got laid off. That morning we found out he's a boy, and during a special dinner celebration at our favorite Italian restaurant that night, I felt him. It's hard to explain what it feels like. Some people say it feels like gas, but to me it feels like that feeling you get in your stomach when the bass is really deep at a concert and you can feel it thumping in your stomach.

This child kicks ALL THE TIME, and as the days pass his kicks get stronger and harder, and it terrifies me because I know he's only going to grow bigger and stronger in the next three months.

Lately his kicks have been very low, like he's standing up, and it's VERY uncomfortable. I feel like a little foot is going to pop out of me if I stand up and walk. So I push the side of my stomach to move him, then it's even more uncomfortable.

At night I sit and watch my stomach shift and move, and it creeps me out in every way. There is a human being living inside of me, feeding off me, and soon he's going to rip out of my body.

Wish me luck these next three months, I'm going to need it.