I sway.

All the time. Whenever I'm standing in place. I sway. Back and forth, back and forth.

It started when I was a few months pregnant. There I'd be, in the shower, trying to wake up, trying to decide what to wear, thinking about the day ahead and ... why am I swaying?

Even when I realized it and tried to stop, I couldn't. Some magnetic force was pulling my hips from side to side. Like I was rocking my itty bitty baby.

I figured that once Ryan was born, it would stop. Baby is out, strange biological urge to sway should disappear. Nope, the swaying it still happening. Regularly. I'm swaying in my chair right now because I'm writing about swaying and the urge to sway is overwhelming and I can't fight it.

I thought this was weird. I thought I was the only one. Until I talked to a mom friend of mine who bounces. If she's standing, she's bouncing. Her son is 4. As in, years old. And she's still bouncing.

I sway, he licks bibs. We all have our 'thing.'


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