random

Laying in bed feeling the odd sensations of this child kicking inside me and knowing pretty much exactly what she's doing in there. I can tell when she's asleep, what side she's favouring or when she's throwing a party. Then it got me thinking...that knowledge doesn't just stop when a baby is born, I can pretty well still gage what Seb is up too 99% of the time. I can tell if he's in his room if he's climbing his draws to get a book, in the toy box or throwing things out the window (generally the latter).

If he's downstairs I can go off the sound of a chair that he's climbing the bench, the opening of a microwave. I always know when he's sneaking chocolates. 

J took him to the lake a few months back now, while he pumped yabbies. I had a strange feeling the whole time and just kept thinking, I hope he's watching him close. Sure enough when they got home, Seb was drenched, he'd fallen in. Kid is quick. (he was fine of course)

It's strange these feelings we get as mothers, we bond when there inside us and it certainly seems to grow on the outside too. Its like a sixth sense.