What's yours? We all have them.
For me, it is precisely here:
|West Bay, Isla Roatan Honduras|
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|
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?