My older brother for example, was pretty chilled out in the womb. Rarely a squirmer or terribly active, he was just chill. And that's exactly how he is: laid back, chilled out, rarely does anything ruffle his feathers. My younger sister, it is told, "delivered herself." She made her entrance into the world quickly, and without the aid of the doctor or even the nurse. The water broke, and lo, there she was! And she still does things on her own terms.
I was a stubborn baby. I was the only one to remain in the womb past her due date. And I liked to use my mother's ribs as a footrest. It is reported that I would stick my feet and toes up between her ribs, lodging them where (apparently) they were the most comfortable. Mom would try to shove them back down, and I would push them back up. This went on for some time. After I was born, Mom learned that my antics had torn cartilage and injured her ribs. I never really have been afraid to make a stink about things, have I? And I'll arrive when I'm good and ready.
I have a feeling that Ewan is no different. Allow me to demonstrate his position, one that he has maintained for the last several weeks.
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Ewan infinitely prefers the right side of the uterus. As far as I can tell, he has never ventured to the other side. The left side remains uninhabited. What's more, it seems that Ewan is more than ready to make his entrance. Oftentimes, I can feel him stretch to such lengths that it feels as though he is trying to as escape the womb early. When he does this, he also likes to stick out his bum, lodging it firmly into my right side. When he does this, my belly becomes noticeably lopsided. It's hilarious.
So, his feet. Yes, I knew this was going to happen. This is some kind of poetic justice or another! Ewan takes after his mother when it comes to his feet. We have had several instances of foot-rib contact which, on the upside, forces me into perfect posture so I can breathe and don't become too sore. From his head-down position, he kicks all over the place in the belly, often in the middle -- or the right side, or the left. It's really hilarious when his feet get going. It looks like someone stuck a wave machine in my belly.
And then there's his new thing. I think he's discovered how to use his hands and head for maximum impact. I can't tell for sure what kind of movement is taking place, but I think he might be head-banging and punching me in there. It's cute for now, seeing his little hands make waves in lower spots in my belly than we're used to seeing.
Then, there is what I call the baby body slam. Again, not sure what kind of movement is taking place here, but I can feel his whole body shift when he does this. He's quick about it, and what I feel is pretty dramatic. It's not a slow squirm or turn of the body, so much as it is him slamming (as much as one suspended in amniotic fluid can "slam") his body into some new position or other. Quite cute.
I am so thankful for all of this, really. I have my moments where I wonder if he's going to do a number on my ribs like I did on my Mom's. But I'm glad he's feisty. I will gladly take a little rib-breaker who isn't afraid to make a stink. I'm glad he's fighting in there, because he's going to need it. We're going to do our part, but I am counting on him giving Tetralogy of Fallot a 1-2 KO punch where it counts and showing doctors a little fighter such as they've never seen.
Keep punching, Ewan. Keep on kicking!
And then when we bring you home, please be nice to your Mama. :o)