My children are delightful and (of course!) unique and special. I can only assume it will be the same with number three whenever she chooses to make her appearance (please not any time before February, Butterfly, thank you very much). And from what do I make my assumptions?
No, not that kind! Tsk.
I refer to the way in which babies move while in the womb (although the way they dance after is pretty darn funny too). Before having my second child, I assumed there was a fairly uniform two-step each baby performed. Not so, and may I present exhibits A, B, and C for your perusal:
THE STRETCHER: Ladybug
While in the womb, Ladybug liked nothing better than stretching out as far as she could go. But as she got longer and longer, this whole pushing boundaries thing became a problem. And a wrestling match. DB often laughed at me all through church as I say next to him, pressing valiantly on my belly and not gaining even a centimeter of give.
Ladybug has displayed these same tendencies in her everyday personality quirks. She likes to see exactly how far she can go, find that line, then stand there and not give any in one bit. It is officially her job to remind us of exactly how things are done–how we eat breakfast, how we pray, and she doesn’t forget promises we make to her. She finds where she can be and sticks to it.
THE WASHING MACHINE: StrawBee
StrawBee’s fav rave was circles. She liked to flip over and over and over and OVER. It was a lot like having a spin cycle going on in my belly. I wasn’t supposed to be going on any carnival rides but I felt like I was on one most nights. It did something very uncomfortable to my guts (something about her little ankles catching on them over and over, I imagine) and created the oddest feeling of discombobulation.
From the moment of her birth StrawBee has never been one to sit still and let life happen to her. She is a mover and a shaker; a strong child who sees what she wants and goes to get it. This is a particularly effective personality to have as a second child, I like to think, because she has Ladybug to watch and learn from–and thus always a goal to strive for.
THE POPCORN BAG: Butterfly
I first started feeling this little firecracker moving around 11 weeks gestation (and for the uninitiated, that’s about 8 weeks sooner than what’s considered average). I heard many comments that this child must certainly be a boy for all of her activity, but unless something truly unusual happens between now and her birth I am quite sure this is not the case. She punches and kicks like a regular boxing champ; I’ve even wondered on occasion if I’m actually giving birth to a kangaroo. Ultrasounds can be so inconclusive, you know.
It’ll be interesting to meet her in February. If nothing else, we know she’s getting plenty of practice in so she’ll be ready to stand up to the other two.
I love being pregnant, though. No really, I do. Something about feeling like you’re being invaded by a small alien is really life-affirming. Not to mention frighteningly like having super powers. Trying to interpret the ways the child moves into what they might actually be like as a little person has got to be one of the best guessing games ever.
Has anyone else seen a correlation between baby movements and personality, or am I making these insightful connections on way too little sleep?