Yesterday the baby was pretty quiet in my tummy all day. Since the kids had no school due to Parent/Teacher Conferences, we all went to the park around lunchtime to release some energy (the kids) and to socialize with friends (me). Well, I guess they socialized with their friends too.
So after sitting on a hard picnic bench for a few hours, I got up and realized that perhaps I should have moved around more. The baby was so wedged down low in my pelvis, that it made for a very uncomfortable rest of the day.
I realized around 9:30pm, after I had cleaned up some of the house, made dinner, taken a hot bath to relax, and watched some primetime television, that I hadn't paid attention to how the baby was moving. It seemed like quite a while since the little guy had demonstrated his acrobatic skills. Usually he is quite active in the evenings, and this night, he was pretty quiet. I got worried a bit. To top it off, I was feeling achy and crampy and I was afraid that these were all signs that the baby was quieting down in the birth canal, preparing for me to go into labor. I prayed for him to start moving around.
The last thing we need, on top of all the baby's "conditions", is to be born premature. So I was a bit restless for a few hours, hoping that I was just being paranoid. Luckily, the baby had a good 30 minutes of hiccups, which seemed to waken him up efficiently. He spent the next two hours hosting a circus in my belly. At one point I gasped out loud at how strong the elephant inside me had kicked me, that I was sure I would hear a "pop" and my water would break. Luckily, it is still intact.
The baby definitely heard my prayers for him to be active, and continued to have a great party all night long. He definitely isn't a tenderfoot. I'm sure that after he's born, he will be more than strong enough to withstand all the procedures and surgeries he will go through. Let's just hope that during the next 3 weeks, he is somewhat more sensitive with his watery environment, and doesn't end up breaking through too early!