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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

yesterday, the baby was quite the acrobat. while sitting at work, i swear it did a somersault. if i hadn’t been alone in my office, i would’ve been slightly embarrassed at the squeal that escaped me because of how weird the sudden swirl of movement felt. it was unmistakable as something unrelated to normal bodily function and it was probably the strongest motion i’ve felt so far. it was … weird, but in a good way.

the rest of the day was filled with a few more incidents of wiggles that were a bit more forceful than i’m used to, so, last night before bed when the baby was (yet again) moving around, we decided to see if hubby could feel it.

i still can’t feel it with my hand, but a friend from church had told hubby his cheek was more sensitive than his palm. with that in mind, the side of his face was firmly planted over the bump and we all laid very still. he said he could hear the sounds of movement, tapping my arm in time to the internal thumps i could feel. i’ve probably got too much padding for hubby to feel the baby move yet, despite the firmness my cantaloupe-sized uterus has given to my belly. it was still awesome that he could almost feel it by hearing the sounds of a teeny foot or a tiny hand against the womb.

yay! it was cute!

i know it’s all just the beginning when it comes to what we can both feel from the outside world, and while i admit that the thought of being able to see as well as feel the moving still gives me the willies on occasion, i look forward to it a lot more than i did. it’ll be fun once i get there, i’m sure …

  1. Wednesday, October 21, 2009 10:59 am

    so cool. I remember Zeke used to kick more after lunch, and especially would go crazy whenever I ate carrots. Time will tell if it’s because he loved them or hated them. πŸ™‚

    • Wednesday, October 21, 2009 11:04 am

      yeaaah. i’ve kind of noticed this one moves more after spicy food, which i suppose makes sense. whether it’s out of enjoyment or suffering, however, is pretty hard to tell at this point. the first time i was very sure i felt the baby move was after chille rellenos at our favorite mexican restaurant a couple of weeks ago; when i got home i felt the flutters and knew it wasn’t just dinner disagreeing with me (because it didn’t). i know i’d better enjoy the spicy food before i start breastfeeding, so for now the baby will just have to endure! πŸ˜€

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