Seriously. This baby gets moving so hard that when s/he starts kicking in bed, the kicks move me and I move the bed. I'm getting to that point where the big movements make me nauseous. I had no idea a 5.5 lb baby could move like this.
I thought Molly was an active baby. It turns out Molly was a mere amateur compared to this person/contortionist inside me. I don't know if I can actually handle a baby that turns out to be more physical than Molly. I just keep reminding myself that when I'm not pregnant, I'm almost always blessed with limitless energy and endurance. I just hope I fully recover from the c-section before this one is breaking out of the Swaddle and torturing it's sisters...
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