I was going to hold off on this post until tomorrow, but since things have stepped up a notch, I figure today is the day!
This little Bun is a mover and a shaker. Before today it didn't really seem to be a kicker though. It all started on Monday, August 5 with three little taps on the left side of my belly while at a stoplight on my way to work. At first (like so many other moms) I thought it was a digestive thing, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that a) I never felt anything like that before and b) it was in a place were there is only uterus. I got tentatively excited, but decided to hold off on certainty until my next doctor's appointment, which was the next day. When the midwife found the heartbeat, she showed me the Bun's orientation, and sure enough, the feet were right were I felt the taps! Yay!
Since then I have felt mostly rolls and turns, which felt a little like the sinking feeling you get when you drop too fast, or like knuckles lightly moving under your skin. I noticed the first clear kick on my birthday when I was searching for a spot for lunch, said out loud "how about Mexican?" and felt a tiny pop right below my belly button. I figured that was the Bun's way of saying, "yay, tacos!!" During lunch it moved a whole heck of a lot, bringing to mind a little version of the Mexican Hat Dance we were all forced to do in elementary school. Perhaps it was the Bun's way of letting me know I made a good choice :-). On the way to Atlanta over the weekend a song with particularly strong bass came on and it moved in such a way that I swear it was rocking out. Gotta love a little one with an appreciation for good music.
One not so awesome discovery was on the 6 hour car ride back from Atlanta. At first, I was worried that I hadn't felt anything in a while, but happened to notice that my need for a rest stop alternated between "eh, I can wait" to "stop NOW" in 1-2 minute increments. Quite inconvenient for a road trip. After a few minutes, I began to realize that the reason I hadn't been feeling anything to the front is that the Bun had started kicking towards the back, and decided that my bladder was a particularly fun spot. Too soon, Bun, too soon!
Today, the kicks started in earnest. Before today there was always a little doubt in the back of my mind that I was actually feeling movement. Perhaps it was a combination of wishful thinking and GI activity, I thought tentatively. Well, no more. I think this Bun likes to hear a lot of voices because it has become very active during my therapy sessions. Clear pops in the belly that tell me it is getting much stronger. It's also getting active for longer periods, so I get to be mindful of this little miracle that goes through my day with me. I do my best to describe it to Jeremy, but I know there's nothing like feeling it for yourself. I can't wait for the day when its little legs get strong enough to make themselves known to the outside world, hopefully in a just a few short weeks!
For now I will savor them all for myself, and do my best to crank good tunes with lots of bass for the Bun.
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