For some reason, I always imagined that feeling my baby kicking would feel like, well, kicks! You know, like a tiny something was doing a gentle can-can in my belly.
Nope. Imagine putting tennis balls in the dryer. There is some serious rockin’ and rollin’ going on in there. And every so often, I feel….a shift. And Max apparently decides to move over and take a little rest, right on top of my bladder.
Ahhhh, the wonders of growing a little human being inside of you!---here---