My pregnancy app reminded me this morning that I'm officially 28 weeks pregnant today -- good thing someone else is keeping track because I thought it was 27. Eh, close enough.
Over the last few weeks, Baby Girl has decided to start kicking. And punching. And flailing, flipping, pushing, throwing 'bows, etc. Seriously, this chick is all about nonstop movement. On one hand, it's comforting to know she's, well, alive in there. But on the other hand? MY GOD, GIVE IT A REST.
I read online that an active fetus means an active, less predictable, less adaptable baby, which is fantastic because who doesn't want their first child to be as difficult as possible?
I don't know how Baby Girl will actually behave once she's born, but if her fetal movement is any indication, we're in for a wild ride.
No comments:
Post a Comment