I haven’t been able to feel the little lady kick and move as much as I’d *like* to.
It may take more time (? I’m almost 22 weeks), but everyone keeps asking me, “Are you feeling lots of kicks?!”
“Yes! I love it!”
Ehh, not really.
I’ll feel little butterflies and pops, especially after having a little sugar. I ate a mango yesterday and she went ccrrrraazzzyyyy. But, I’ve been anxiously awaiting the time where I could be walking around and get kicked in the ribs. That’s what I want.
So the other night, I was resting and went upstairs to the bedroom to lay down and read. I put my hand on my belly, and focused, trying to feel the baby kick.
Right where my hand was, I felt a solid PUNCH.
And that was it.
As if to say “I AM in here, you punk. Now stop freaking out.”
Since the baby can hear outside voices and sounds, we’ve been talking to her a lot more and I’d like to start reading books soon.
We have a song that I play for her almost every time we’re in the car
[this is where the post gets mushy]
“Haven’t Met You Yet” by Michael Buble.
He performed the song on Ellen and sang it to a pregnant woman’s belly – the episode aired during one of the Pilot’s many times away. And cried. I wanted him there with me and I wanted to be pregnant so badly.
It still makes me cry, but for very happy reasons <3