The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Kick me

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Yeah, so, the Spawn has been kicking a lot.

I’m far enough along now that if he gives me a good kick you can see my belly move. It’s weird as hell. There is something inside me and it’s going to want out.

"The baby is kicking me. He's an active little guy."

The Spawn is especially busy in the morning before I get out of bed (usually when David comes in to kiss me good-bye, the Spawn wakes up), when I’m chillin’ on the couch in the evening and when I’m trying to sleep at night. Throughout the day I get little kicks or punches when I’m quietly working in my cube.

Also, he kicks me sometimes while I’m eating or drinking something. When the Spawn kicks while I’m eating or drinking I wonder, is he saying: A) “Hey, that tastes awesome. Me likey;” or B) “That shit is disgusting. Stop eating it right now?”

I think most pregnant ladies assume that the baby likes what you are eating if he kicks you, but I’m skeptical. If you gave me a bite of your food and I liked it, I would say, “Mmm,” and stare at your plate until you offered me another bite (kinda like what my dog, Homer, does to me). If you gave me a bite of your food and it tasted like shit, I would kick you: “Why did you let me taste that, asshole?”

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Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

One thought on “Kick me

  1. Oh, I bet you got a hungry-mungry there. First thing a.m.: wanna eat. Food hits? LOVE! It! He is gonna wiggle when he wants fed. I’ve seen this movie — we used to see what looked like a sharkfin running back and forth across Lisa’s belly. And Sasha turned out hungry. At all hours. Could say “Feet on the floor and get me a bottle mommy” before she was 2.

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