The Phantom Baby Kick Phenomenon

Let it be known that after you have a baby (long after the life that grew inside of you and kicked your ass from the inside has left the comfort of your warm, swimmy womb), you will catch yourself reaching to pat your tummy after what feels like an adorable little baby kick to the belly button (or anywhere in the general abdomen area).

It may happen at night, as you are drifting off to sleep. You will be in such an in and out state of consciousness that you will believe, momentarily, that your hand will land on a swollen belly, and then you will startle yourself awake and laugh your freaking ass off… or just be weirded out.

I used to think I was alone in this, but then, like many pointless thoughts I ponder, I tweeted about it. Turns out I AM NOT ALONE!

f_i_d_g_e_t

@babyrabies that happens to me too! Gas is so much less cute then baby

Meg_

@babyrabies LOL. That happens to me more than I’d care to admit.

colleenpence

@babyrabies Whoa. I have that same experience too. Thought it was just me.

mom2nji

@babyrabies it happens to me too!

onefinebreeder

@babyrabies dude, that happens to me all the time!!

fentonslee

@babyrabies isnt it the most bizarre? i call them phantom baby kicks

So, just thought I’d put this out there for those of you yet to experience such a strange sensation, more commonly known as GAS.

It really makes me wonder how many of those sweet little moments during pregnancy, where I reached down and lovingly rubbed my expanding belly after feeling what I believed to be my future soccer player practicing for the big game on the walls of my uterus, were actually that night’s dinner, making it’s way through my intestines.

I’m going to be such a skeptic the second time around.

Kendall is 18 and a half months old, and now I put him in timeout when he kicks me.

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I’m all a Twitter

So sometimes I have something really funny/cool/important to tell you all, but I don’t have time to sit down and write an all out blog about it.  As you may have noticed, my entries end up being rather long because I have diarrhea of the fingers on here.  I was looking into starting a small “one thought a day” type of sideblog and then I learned about Twitter.  Apparently all the hip kids are doing it.  I, not being hip nor a kid, thought it sounded ridiculous and would require me to learn how to text and instant message (two things I admittedly despise… well, not so much the texting, just texting in large quantities.  Just freaking CALL me already if you have that much to text.)

Anyway, turns out it’s not that hard, and even I, the late twenties geezer that I am, enjoy it.  I can pop on and really quickly tell you all about a great sale or a new website I like or how crazy Kendall’s poop is now that he started a new food (because I know that’s what you all REALLY want to hear).  The great thing is I have it integrated on here so you can see my latest “tweets” in the box in my right sidebar, or you can check me out on Twitter (just look for babyrabies). And Twitter will also notify you when I’ve posted a new blog.

If you are a hip kid and already using Twitter, please come find me!  If you don’t have a Twitter account, you should get one.  I hope that it will encourage some more fluid conversations among myself and readers, and that it will be less daunting to update.  Who knows… maybe I’ll even take the plunge and set up my phone so that I can text updates to it.  Perhaps 2009 is the year I’ll join the texting generation.

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