I Guess I Know Whose Baby I'm Carrying

Tim is scheduled to work overtime today and tomorrow. Those of you that know him know that he gets up at the wee hours of the morning to get to work on time. By wee hours of the morning I mean about four thirty. Those of you that know Tim know that this doesn't bother him in the least. He is very much the morning person. Those of you that know me even a little bit know that I am far from being a morning person. Then why am I up at five thirty this morning you might ask? Because I am pregnant with Tim's baby. And Tim's baby obviously takes after Tim more than me in that he too is an early bird. I woke up a little after four this morning to my baby nudging me in the side of my belly. Which side? The one that was laying on the bed. Why does it matter which side? Because! Because by kicking the side that was lying on the bed, not only could i feel the little jabs but there was no where for my poor tummy to hide. He had it cornered. If it had been the side that was not lying on the bed it would have had more give. Then I might have been able to ignore it long enough for him to lose interest and stop. Then I wouldn't be sitting here wide awake like I have been doing almost every morning since his kicks have been strong enough to feel. The little tyke isn't even born yet and he is already the boss of me. I know I know, babies aren't capable of being sadistic or spiteful because they are just babies. But sometimes I wonder... what if it is just some clever front to hide the fact that they know exactly what they are doing? Are they in there getting a good laugh out of it? I think I feel him laughing now. Or maybe it's just the hiccups. I guess the world may never know.