Do any of you guys worry that your baby might be, well, bored in there? I mean really, the womb is dark, cramped and full of creepy internal organ sounds and the constant echos of pregnancy farts. Does not sound like much of a party to me! Add in the fact that 8 + hours of my day is spent at a boring desk job where I do nothing but silently type away on my computer and I worry we have a recipe for one bored-ass kid.
I have always planned on being a non-boring parent. I want to be active with my child and have adventures and fiascoes and make great big messes for Daddy to clean up. I want my kid to look back at childhood with glee and say, “now those, those were some fun times!” Sometimes I worry that I’m not doing a very good job of setting the stage early for what a great life Chicken will have outside of the womb, though.
So I’ve been trying to mix it up. While I still don’t really talk to the Chicken, I have been dancing with him. I like to shimmy around the kitchen while I make dinner and do an extremely embarrassing belly dance with my growing bump (no, I will not post a video of this). While I’m at work we have spinney desk chair time – something that EVERY KID ON EARTH enjoys. I also have started paying attention to my snacks. I still don’t know how on earth my baby can taste what I can taste (actually I sort of call bull shit on that) but I guess he or she probably gets the same nutritional boost I do. So I’ve been choosing varying snacks to keep things from getting too boring on the nutrition front.
Last night the Chicken and I played a new game called “Poke the Belle-y,” where I laid on the couch and rubbed and poked my tummy. It seemed to wake him up a good bit and after a little while he was moving and shaking all over the place. So much moving and shaking that I could SEE the movement if I lifted my shirt. So much movement that the Professor finally got to feel his child! It was AMAZING and has left me grinning like an idiot since. I even grinned at the memory while waking up to pee FOUR times last night.
(Said all Southern-like) Mah Bay-beeee is movin’ y’all! We’s playin’ some gaymes!
In all seriousness, though, do any of you worry about gestation boredom? What do you do to keep things exciting in there? Or do I just sound like a lunatic?
Now I’m off to have our mid-morning chair spinning. Hope your day is just as exciting as the Chicken’s!