So… last night I’m lying there feeling the little guy rolling around inside like mad. Then, I started thinking what it would be like to be in utero. I know that he knows no better, he’s a baby not even born and doesn’t have full brain capacity yet. But, really, it’s freaky! He’s inside me! He’s stuck! It’s dark and cramped. The tiny bit of my that’s claustrophobic started breathing hard thinking of how horrible it must be and I wish he could just get out so he wouldn’t be trapped anymore. What if he realizes where he is and starts to panic?
Man… I hope I didn’t just mind-melt with him last night and send him some of my crazies. Poor kid doesn’t have a chance.