Baby Kicks

Well, the little boy inside of me has decided to make himself known. Not only is he sticking out to form a little pregnant belly, or giving me swollen feet and ankles (lately, they are legitimate kankles), but he greets me with many kicks in the morning, and keeps me up with little love taps every night. I love the feeling of these kicks, and the reminder that they bring, but honestly, they make me feel a little queasy. It is such a strange and wonderful sensation. I have another human being inside of me, kicking me from the outside in. Weird. Wonderful.

Last night, just before bed, Scott rested his hand on my stomach for a few seconds, and felt a big ol' kick. It was the first time Scott felt movement, and he loved it! For just a second, our little family of three was completely connected. Kind of cheesy, but really special.