Between a kick and a stretch

I got a new tenant recently whom I 'll hopefully be evicting in the first week of march if all goes well. This young lady is god,s gift to me and she very stealthily rented out my belly and than slowly took over my heart. First she took a small space in the basement of my heart and mind and than slowly but surely she took up more and more room and bought in more and more of her stuff until she felt that she owned the belly lodge. The belly lodge previously was occupied by stomach, liver, kidneys and other anatomical structures, these days it is occupied by the one and only Baby Alina who likes to kick up her heels and dance to some Bollywood tunes in the middle of the night I am sure she can beat Malika Khan's dancing number chaiya chaiya on the top of the train any day. The new tenant has a very specific dietary requirements she abhors chicken but loves potatoes and mangoes and milk. Loves to have cheese pizza from Pizza hut in the middle of the night, if Pizza hut is not available papa Jones would do but for what ever reason papa Jones refused to give her the pizza last time she went there because they only deliver after 10 and even if you are in the shop they cannot let you carry out the pizza because as the sign says they can only deliver so who cares if the economy is in taters and businesses are scrambling for customers if the door says delivery only after 10. Don't come in and ask for no pizza to carry out cause we want to blow money on gas and come to your house and give you that pizza. Ahem sorry had to have that rant I am still mad at those silly guys hope their wives get pregnant and want pizza and don't get any than they ll know what is coming to them.

So as I was saying the tenant is an avid dancer, basket ball player a very persistent foot ball player who play is the center forward for her team so she practices by kicking consistently for two to three hours every night and when she is tired she likes to rest by sticking her big toe in between the ribs and thinking about life and its many mysteries. If i get lucky and manage to get her to sleep Baby decides it needs to do yoga and does the sitting snake and standing cobra and rolling dog in my tummy.

Even after all this the funniest part is that I cant seem to get mad at this little angel who keeps me up at night kicks me black and blue if i sit for longer than she likes or eat something she does not want. Having children is a miracle not only because of the human being growing inside us but the feelings that grow with it, its indescribable amazing wonderful and great. Oh how I wish I could put it in words.