My latest worry has been about Bebo's lack of movement. I was pretty sure I could attribute it to the fact that I have had a pretty constant, hacking cough for the last 2 and a half weeks. I have spent about 70% of my day coughing. It's completely ridiculous. I've talked to my doctor about it twice and both times it was basically, "Sorry, it sucks, wait it out unless you start to die." While the coughing is crappy, the worst part was not being able to sleep because for some reason every time I enter a state of rest my coughing increases like 200%. Since I'm only about 19 weeks along, a state of rest is pretty much the only time I could feel the movement a 19 week old baby can dish out. I figured they were getting buried under all the body racking coughing.
Over the last two days I've finally started coughing less and that's when I started to get paranoid. Why wasn't I feeling Bebo!? BEBO! WHERE ARE YOU!? By this point with Z, I was already getting walloped. Last night I had almost worked myself up into a respectable panic when, bomp, there was Bebo. Just two little bomps and that was it. Then, today, Bebo was all like, "I do what I want!" bomp. Bomp. BOMP BOMP BOMP! ... bomp. And that was that.
I've had to remind myself that even now, as a little, bitty in utero, the size of an heirloom tomato (which variety? No idea, they didn't specify over at babycenter.com) Bebo is his/her own person. Bebo isn't going to be just like Z. Just because Z spent all of his gestation flinging himself around wildly, pummeling my internal organs, poking at my bones, hiding from the ultrasound, and punching monitors, doesn't mean Bebo is the same. Maybe Bebo is more mello. Maybe Bebo just wants to chill for a bit. Maybe Bebo is a deep thinker or an observer.
Can't wait to get my first look at this little scooter on Wednesday! (I've only mentioned this twice before, can you tell I'm excited?)
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