Human Punching Bag

The little Tater (I think we should call him that in honor of Ron White, small-town East Texas dude and king of Blue Collar Comedy, what do you think?) has found the use of his arms and legs. Which means I get a lot of reminders that he is there. Most of the time it is quite cool, especially if he’s rolled over and kicks straight out to the ‘front,’ in which my stomach makes a very strange lurch. Bubba finally felt it the other night, in a particularly aerobic period of activity after dinner. And it really doesn’t hurt, just kind of feels strange. Like my stomach is rolling over or I’m riding a roller-coaster and experiencing some serious G-forces. But there are the times, like yesterday, when it is downright painful. I was having terrible stomach indigestion and gas pains for most of the day, which is unpleasant in and of itself (ah, the joys of pregnancy….at least I’m regular….TMI, I know). He was obviously being awoken more frequently by the rather loud sounds coming from all around him, and he sure let me know about it. I’m considering it his first tantrum. But don’t worry, he was getting an earful from me in retort to the sharp jabs in my abdomen. So, Mama got the last word after all. Hmph.

I already have a very active little one. Maybe he’s got his Daddy’s thing with shaking his leg in his sleep, like he’s chasing rabbits. Because otherwise he sure seems to be awake a lot these days.

Anyway, so Tater? What do y’all think? I think it’s great. “It’s gonna be a good day, Tater.” I’ll explain the whole thing if you insist, but it’s from one of Ron White’s stand-up routines. Too funny.