Last night Dale and I watched the second episode of Fringe.
The episode begins with a woman undergoing what appears to be a massively accelerated pregnancy as her belly rapidly swells and something is seen writhing under her skin, her abdomen dancing like cats wrestling under a blanket - something that I can look down and see any time I want. Of course, she screams all the way to the hospital.
As my own baby vigorously rearranged my internal organs, my commentary to Dale was, "what a wuss." He pointed out that I've had 8 months to get to this point and it happened to her in minutes. So then I asked why she didn't get any stretch marks.
This baby is much MUCH more active than I remember Olivia being. This one gets hiccups once or twice a day. Once she wakes up and starts moving, she doesn't stop for hours. And she likes to PUSH, hard, like my skin just isn't stretching enough to give her the room she wants. It's rather fascinating to watch, when the discomfort isn't too bad.
When I announced my pregnancy, I made a joking reference to Alien. Now, Dale will sometimes stare at my belly with this fascinated/horrified expression on his face, like he thinks the baby might erupt out of my belly and go for his throat. "That would totally freak me out," he says.
At least I can be confident my delivery will go better than the one on Fringe.