At about 4:30a, I was awoken from my lovely slumber by a swift painful kick to my bladder. In a period of about 20 seconds, I received about 3 more of these love kicks. After putting the pain aside for a second, I realized that I actually needed to pee pretty badly. On my short walk to the toilet, I am gifted with a couple more kicks. After I peed, there was no sign of Baby anymore - not even a gentle tap. All the kicking had subsided.
Now, I believe there are two possible scenarios to this story.
1. My bladder gets full and Baby is like "Yay! Check out this sack of squishiness! It's so soft and fun to kick! I mean, really. Look. When I kick it, it jiggles around. How cool is that? I can kick this thing all day long! ...Wait, no, what's happening? NOOO! It's deflating! Come back squishy bag! Come back! Well that's lame. I'm just gonna roll over and suck my thumb now."
2. My bladder gets full and Baby is like "OMG! This stupid sack is full again and invading my personal space! Excuse me... but do you mind? I'm trying to get comfortable here and when you decide to inflate, I can't stretch out my legs. Here... how about I kick you and show you what it's like to have your space invaded. *kick* *kick* Haha! It's not so great now is it?! *kick* *kick* *kick* Take that you space hogging bubble. *kick* *kick* That's what I thought... you best be deflating! Ahhh, much better. Now I can stretch out, get comfy, and go back to sleep. Perfect."
Which do you think it was?
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