The Belly Diaries: Addicted

It started several months ago, while we were in still in China actually. One night, Jason came home from meeting a friend quite late and I was already in bed, reading. All he did was open the door and tell 'the both of us' hello and that was enough to wake the baby from a sound sleep and sending Myrgatroyd bouncing all over the place for a good 30 minutes.

Then I began to notice a trend. Everyday, when Jason would come home from school -- no matter what time of day -- as soon as he would start talking, Myrgatroyd would wake up and start pounding away at my insides.

My favourite though, was when Jason would wake us both up in the morning. He'd be up much earlier to get ready for school and since I've been sleeping fairly badly from day one of being pregnant, he'd let me sleep till 8 in the morning (yes, I know that's not going to keep happening!). Then he'd come in and kiss us good morning and get us for breakfast (and yes, I do know I'm married to the most amazing man on earth). Without fail, the baby responds to his voice, his touch -- it appears we have a 'daddy's boy/girl' on our hands and I couldn't be happier.

In Jason's words, he's addicted to seeing his baby move. I think Mrygatroyd is rather addicted to Jason too. Recently Jason was away for a week, teaching, and Mrygatroyd was the quietest I think I can ever remember being for a long time. Myrgs (it's pretty sad when you abbreviate the joke name isn't it?) barely responded to my prods and shied away from the hands of my younger sisters. Although, Bub did respond to my brother's loud voice while we listened to him teaching but I can tell (I'm the mother so I'm allowed to dote over my unborn child's intelligence) that Baby understood Daddy was gone because when we arrived in Brisbane to pick up Jason, albeit it took a little while for Myrgs to warm up but pretty soon, bub was bouncing all over the place again.

For weeks, we've already been at the point where we're whispering after 10:30 pm because I want the baby to stay asleep so I can catch a few winks myself. But these days, I have to admit, the cutest thing is when both Jason and I are woken in the morning to gentle (and often not so gentle) kicking against Jason's arm. Wow, Baby's not even born yet and already governing our sleeping schedules. And we're so addicted to this tiny human already that we gladly let it.