Phantom Kicks

So, yesterday I was experiencing the strangest thing...it felt exactly like a baby was kicking me from the inside. Practically all day long. Jason could even put his hand on my empty womb and feel the "kicks". If I hadn't done a pregnancy test just a few weeks ago to know I'm not pregnant, those flutters yesterday would've surely had me peeing on a stick.

By the way, I do a pregnancy test every once in awhile just to make sure I'm not knocked up as my...ahem...cycles have not yet returned from having Dalton. I do not miss them a bit. :)

Anyway, because it was totally wigging me out all day and because Jason said, "I hope it doesn't mean the start of something like spastic colon" I decided to Google it. The most likely culprit would obviously be gas. But it was so strange. Felt just like those early flutters from a baby. I kinda miss those.

I have always believed women can be pregnant and not know it. I saw it happen a few times when I worked in the hospital. Sure, some people call it severe denial, and a lot of times it probably is. But I believe someone could really not know. I mean, since I know I'm not pregnant it is easy to explain away the "kicks" I felt yesterday. It could happen. If you ask me, anyway. In fact, a Labor and Delivery nurse I used to work with, who had already had one child, didn't even realize she was pregnant with her second child until she was well over halfway through the pregnancy. The reason she found out is she and another nurse were doing an ultrasound on herself. She thought she had an ovarian cyst. They saw a head instead. Can you imagine?!?! That was crazy!

But anyway, I know it would be rare and most women would suspect a little something if they were indeed pregnant, but I do think it is possible not to know. Sorry. I do.

So, okay, well, the feelings are gone today. And I'm glad. Because it was weird. If it's not gas, then another explanation I read about is that maybe I just want to be pregnant so badly that my body is convincing itself it is. Well, while I do want another child someday I'm not wanting to be pregnant just yet.

I promise.

Although I did enjoy being pregnant for the most part. And I especially enjoyed staying pregnant with Dalton. I'm still not ready to do it again just yet. And it's not completely up to me anyway.

Anyway, I sure hope it's not anything related to "spastic colon" a.k.a. IBS. Jason was calling my gastrointestinal "baby" Joe...as in G.I. Joe.

Isn't he clever?

Why do I ramble on about such things sometimes?

Why?