It’s Not Gas
When I told my OB that I felt “bubbles on the inside” a few weeks ago, she nodded and smiled. When I told my midwife (who works for my OB) the same thing a few weeks later, when I was 16 weeks, she told me she thought it was probably just gas.
I am an expert on two things in this world: the topic of my dissertation and, thanks to chronic ulcerative colitis, the workings of my lower GI system.
I was pretty sure it wasn’t gas. She explained that your intestines get moved all around when your uterus grows and things feel different. Also, many first-time pregnant mothers do not recognize movement until week 20. Still.
Well, I am at 18.5 weeks and I really do think it is wee-beastie kicking or punching or whatever s/he is doing in there. Right. On. My. Bladder.
My friend Maya, who is four, explained last night, with her hand on my stomach, that she could feel the baby. “Really?” Mr. MC asked. “What is the baby doing?” I asked.
She kept her hand on my stomach (“Is it all poofed out because there is a baby in there?” she had asked) and took a minute to think.
“Well,” she replied authoritatively, “it’s cooking eggs.”
So there. It wasn’t gas. Wee-beastie was cooking eggs.