Official Eviction Notice: 2 week warning

As I write this, it's late Monday night. 11:39pm to be exact. I'm exhausted. However, I cannot sleep.

It's begun.

That time in my pregnancy when I feel the most exhausted, yet I get the least amount of sleep. Not by choice, mind you.

Oh no. This sweet, darling, (and I'm sure) adorable child in my womb refuses to allow me sleep. It's not the hormones or heartburn or even the inability to get comfortable.

It's movement. Tons of it.

Last night Baby spent about 2 hours turning my belly into various geometrical shapes.

I can tell Baby is going to be genius already. Baby has mastered creating shapes such as triangle, rectangle, oval, hexagon and square.

It's almost artistic really. I'm sure the society of Mensa will be beating down our door as soon as Baby is home from the hospital. I mean, how could they NOT want such a young intellect to join them ASAP?

Baby could teach other fetuses all about prenatal geometry, I'm sure.

At least, Baby could have last night.

Tonight, Baby seems to be into shoving his butt all the way over to the right side of my stomach and then S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G the rest of herself as far up and down as her limbs will go.

I would appreciate the gesture immensely if it didn't make me gasp in pain.

Then, Baby gets hiccups. Which, I mean, are purely a joy. The rhythmic jolting of my body every 3.5 seconds for 30-45 minutes helps me not to forget that Baby is still there, happy as a agitated lark.

Earlier today Ashlee was standing beside me as I sat on the couch. I took in a deep breath as Baby shoved a body part into the wall of my abdomen in an obvious effort to reach through my uterus and touch my elbow.

"Was wong Mommy? Why you breafin' like dat?" Ashlee asked, clearly concerned.

"Oh nothing honey. The baby is just moving inside Mommy and it surprised me." I replied.

Then, Ashlee laid her hands upon me and prayed.

Or at least that's what it looked like as her face became somber and her 3.5 year old hand rested on my tummy.

Then, she skipped into the other room.

So now I sit here and wait for Baby to slip off to sleep. Truth is, I actually love this stage being pregnant. I know that so many women desperately want to be pregnant and feel the things I'm feeling. So, each time I try not to take it for granted or complain.

So, for the record, I'm not complaining.

Still, whatever Baby is doing on the INSIDE of me makes me really think that he wants to be on the OUTSIDE of me. Which I'd totally be fine with in another 2ish weeks.

So Baby, if you can hear me, consider this your 2 week eviction notice. Keep these wild parties up and I will do everything in my power to ensure that your time in "Momma's house-o-fun" is coming to an end.

And that's a promise, not a threat. Consider this your 2 week warning.