Our First Fight

Trouble Maker definitely earned her nickname last night. Although, I think my sister should take partial blame. I was talking to Tracy last night and she asked if her niece was allowing me to sleep at nights. I jokingly responded: "very rarely." She cursed me!

I went to bed at 10pm all set to get a good night's sleep before yet another week of work. Right around that time the little Trouble Maker decided to lodge herself on my right side. Head and arms pressing on my right hip and feet firmly lodged against my back. Oh. My. God. The pain! The pressure on my right hip was pinching nerves and the pain in my back felt like I had fallen down a flight of stairs.

I tried everything. There was no getting the Trouble Maker to move. I did laps around the house, I poked and prodded at my belly, I tried reasoning with her and even tried blackmailing her! "Mommy will eat that chocolate cake you've been wanting if you just move a little bit!" No such luck. I muttered under my breath, I tried stretching, a hot shower, a heating pad...nothing! On my fifth lap around the house I passed the Sperm Donor. I asked him if it was wrong to want to swear at my unborn child. He said: "yeah, probably" and even tried to help as the baby usually moves when he touches my stomach.

Eventually I just gave up and curled up in bed determined to get some sleep at least. It was now 3am and I had to be up in 3 hours! As I laid there in pain and muttering under my breath to the Trouble Maker I couldn't help but smile. As painful and tiring as it was, it beats the hell out of the alternative. Not having her causing me pain at all. How ironic that something many women would spend their Monday complaining about has actually put me in a good mood today. Even with the lack of sleep! Yet one more gift that I can thank Kaycie for.

Of course, when I woke up this morning, the Trouble Maker had moved to the middle of my belly again and was happily kicking away.