Dancing Belly

What were you doing all night last night, little one? You moved around so much I hardly got any sleep.

After an emotional day yesterday, we were in bed at 9:30 and I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow. You, on the other hand, were just getting ready to P-A-R-T-Y!! The first time I woke up was around 10:30 and again at midnight. At times it felt as if you were body slamming me ("Take THAT, Mommy!"), while other times the movements were so rapid that it was as if you were trying to scrub little bits of hardened cheese off of a plate. At 2:43 AM (I was wide awake then), I lifted up my PJs and watched on while you made waves on my belly.

The book suggested that I change positions to "knock [you] off balance", but that only worked for about a minute each time. Also, you seemed to change the way you moved each time you regained balance. As a result, I flipped around in bed like a Wiener on a grill, yet you persisted.

It's 5:30AM. You seem to have settled down, and I'm here writing this post. I don't think I'm gonna be very productive at work today (and I have a long day at work today too). Oh well, at least I've got some stories to share with the dads in the office.

Sleep tight, little one.