Kicking?!

Every night when we go to bed, Andrew puts his hand or head on my belly, trying to identify signs of a baby inside. Last night, for the very first time, he felt something. I was lying on my side, and I could feel the baby moving around a lot; it almost felt like she was rolling over. Then, in the crease between my stomach and leg, I felt a more insistent movement, almost as though her foot was caught in the crease and she was trying to get it free. When Andrew put his hand right at that spot, he felt a kick. We looked at each other—feeling a little person moving inside my body is just…a little crazy. I felt tired all weekend, so maybe she was having a few days of intense growth, gearing up for those kicks. Or maybe she was expressing her appreciation for the figs I’ve been eating for the past couple of days. That’s my girl!