Oh man. I was laying on the couch one day, a couple weeks before I was due, with my ex. He had been deployed up until a few days prior, and had only been there for the knocking me up part before this point. So he was fascinated, and had barely took his hand of my stomach since coming home. The kiddo was kicking, so I had my shirt up over my belly and we were just kinda watching it. Then all of the sudden the kid decides he needed a new position. I’m still not 100% sure what he did did in there, but all at once half of my stomach stretched to the max, while the other half (left/right) caved in. It was incredibly painful, so I grabbed my stomach and screamed.

My ex must have thought we were having some kind of chest-burster situation happening, especially since I was folded in pain and couldn’t speak. So he just leapt up and did that thing where he’s in an “action pose” but really just whipping his head back and forth because he has no idea what to do. Kiddo finished stretching, flops over, and like nothing happened my stomach resumes it’s normal bulbous state.

Once it was over, I laughed so hard at his reaction. He was very leery of my stomach for days. Kept giving it the side eye every time kiddo moved. It took hours to convince him I wasn’t in pain any longer, was warned about babies shifting, and didn’t need to hit the hospital.