Friday, March 28, 2014

Favorite Place In The World

What's yours? We all have them. 

For me, it is precisely here: 

West Bay, Isla Roatan Honduras



Home to the second largest barrier reef in the world (And yes, someday I will hit the mac daddy of them all...) this beach features intense coral formations and incredible amounts of fish and marine species just a 20 foot paddle from the soft sandy shores.

The last time I was here the island itself was till impoverished and realativly undiscovered by tourism, which made it a real gem. Mountains crashing into the sea... This is my happy place.




Baby 'Roos Favorite place on Earth
This baby 'roo has a favorite place in the world as well. Her's looks a little different. Her favorite place in the world is the inside cavity of my left hip. (Yes, I know the pic shows the right hip. You try to find a better one.)

Everyday, without fail she is all up in that bee-yotch. She kicks it, and pushes it, and hangs things on the walls, sometimes she does a little more Twerking... it's dependable. Even as I write she's handing out sucker punches. She doesn't like to travel it would seem. Sorry, guys.

Neither of my girls ever found this happy place. For that I must thank them for the rest of their lives. I can't really describe how this sensation feels, which might be for the best. It isn't pleasant, at times it outright hurts. Because her pressure is so based to one side, it can even give me cause to stop moving so as to not lose my balance.

I know it sounds like I am complaining. I guess that's because I am. I want to be clear though; I love this part of pregnancy. I love all parts of being pregnant, well save PIO shots, those just suck. I love cravings and aversions to food. I find nausea and exhaustion fun to track. I love the science of labor, even when it hurts. I love delivery, even when I'm begging for it to be over.  These painful movements at the end of pregnancy are no different. I love it all. I can't wait to do it again. Doesn't mean it's all pretty.

So listen here, you little hip kicker... you have a little less than 3 weeks left inside that hip before I serve you your formal eviction notice. At which time you will have no more than 2 weeks and 5 days to vacate your favorite place on Earth. So go ahead and enjoy it now... But would you mind discontinuing the redecorating?

1 comment:

  1. Ouch.
    Try putting your hands on her position and see if that calms her.

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