As some of you may know, I am a big worrier, especially now that I am not only responsible for my own well-being, but also the health of the baby. To say that I feel the pressure is an understatement. I've been reading everything I can get my hands on about the growth of the baby and what "milestones" may or should be going on week to week, and when I don't experience what is being described, I worry. So, when I read that most women feel their baby kick around 22 weeks and I hadn't felt it yet I obsessed over it. I had felt the little guy swim around in my belly, but I was longing for a real swift jab from him just to let me know that we were on track. So, I waited. And I worried.
Last night I was relaxing on the couch while Ted was downstairs doing his busy "guy stuff" in the garage. All of a sudden I felt it. "Thump". It startled me for a second, and then I realized what it was. Then... "Thump". I felt him! He kicked me!! Hooray!!! I yelled down to Ted and of course started to cry. While I was waiting for Ted to come upstairs again, I felt it again. "Thump". Clearly, he was making up for lost time. Of course, by the time Ted's hand was on my belly the baby decided he was done kicking me, so I was the only one to feel it. I was disappointed that Ted didn't feel it, but in his usual calm and supportive way he reassured me that we have plenty of time for him to feel the baby kick. And I'm sure that I'll experience it a lot more, too, which is wonderful!
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