Swimming in Jello

I just realized while sitting here that my post title is really what it feels like sometimes when The Beast moves. People talk about babies kicking, and The Beast does kick, but more often than not, s/he is doing some kind of weird movement in there. Honestly, there was just something like a shuddering earthquake. What is s/he doing? Making up new dance moves? Tae Bo? The hokey pokey?

It really is, quite literally, an awesome feeling to have another person inside you, making his or her presence known by movement. And even though there are times it's painful (enough that I now refer to this baby as The Beast), I really do love it. It is the wildest thing to think about another living being in your body, and quite wilder still to experience that being doing a riverdance in your belly.