There's nothing quite like it

22 weeks

It's somewhere between the hours of 2 and 3am. It's deathly quiet. I am awake.
Why? Because for the last 10 minutes BabyG has been performing what I can only describe as acrobatic maneuvers. Apparently, given what size, shape and stage of development BabyG is at, there is still plenty of room in there.
Enough room for him to swing gaily from the umbilical cord from one side of my womb to the other going yee-ha!
When bored of this, I think he's doing handstands, perhaps alternating with the odd cartwheel.
And, darn it, he always knows when I'm talking about him because he will start making his presence felt, like he is right at this minute. Or maybe he's just going "hey, where's my breakfast?"
I'm loving it, because there's really nothing quite like it. It's really quite splendid to share the pre-dawn hours with someone, we're bonding, BabyG and me.
Though I have to admit, it does have a teeny weeny bit of an Alien feel to it....