Was a nervous wreck

So my unborn son is already trying to kill me with nerves. I realized that I haven’t felt him all day. So at the end of my shift I’m chugging ice cold water hoping it will make him move and nothing. So for 3’hours I’m trying to convince myself to go to the hospital bit I’m terrified to go bc what if there’s something wrong and I’m there by myself and die of emotional trauma. Or what if hes just being lazy and sleeping and now I have a huge ass bill I can’t afford. When I get home I just some more ice water and eat a lot more icecream than I wanted to hoping the combination of cold and sugar will make him move either bc of the cold or bc of the hyperness(which the sugar test juice make him hyper af so that’s why I thought icecream). I lay down on my couch and concentrate on feeling any kind of movement. I’m texting my baby daddy being a nervous wreck bc I’m terrified that my son might be dead. I move my stomach the way the doctor told me to hoping to piss him off or something and encourage any kind of movement. I do this for ten mins and the little monster finally kicks me in a way that practically translated into “bitch, will you stop”. It was uncomfortable and kinda painful but I was so relieved. And now he’s being the normal active fetus he always been. I hate kids. He’s not even born yet and I swear I grew some more gray hairs lol