Evicting the Hippo.
Yesterday's Diabetes 365 photo was this:
This little, blue, ceramic hippo came with a circus playset I received decades ago. I can't even remember how long I've had it, but since college, this one creature has been living in the drawer in every bathroom of every apartment I've ever lived in. It just refuses to be lost or misplaced, though its face is chipped and it's not the same vibrant blue it once was.
Over the last few days, BSparl has been moving actively and visibly, poking her little legs and arms into my abdomen and dancing around in there. Being the mature adult that I am, I wanted to see if she would respond to things being placed on my belly. If Chris puts his hand on me, she reacts immediately. (She loves her daddy best, I think.) I rested a glass of ice water on my stomach for just a second the other day and she went after it like Siah after a pump cap. And yesterday, a warm mug of tea made her jut her legs out aggressively. (Someone on Twitter said this baby has beverage editorial going on. I'm not shocked - she's my kid, so she's bound to have some strong opinions on stuff.)
Knowing BSparl is going a little stir-crazy in there, I wanted to give her a challenge. So I placed the blue hippo on my belly and encourage her to go after it. The first time (of course, not on video - blast!), she waited a few minutes quietly, then launched the damn thing right off my belly onto the bed. Hippo got some serious air on that one, and I couldn't stop laughing. So I set her up again, this time with the Flip at the ready. Her attack isn't as solid as the first time, but you can see her moving in there.
Chris came home from a meeting and I was laying on the bed, shirt scooted up and belly swollen, with a blue hippo on my stomach and the video camera in my hand. He put his computer bag on the floor.
"Um ... hey, Kerri."
(I can just imagine that split second, just as he's putting his key in the door, not quite knowing what to expect as he walks in.)
The last couple of days have been a diabetes and pregnancy nightmare, with very unpredictable numbers and an ever-increasing insulin resistance, but I'm very encouraged by your messages and am inspired every time BSparl moves to keep things under the best possible control. And she's growing. And moving.
Diabetes be damned, pregnancy is amazing.