Full Force

Last night while trying to get my brain to shut off, I laid in bed finishing my book.  Chad was watching the last of the Saints v Falcons game on TV.  The little one in the belly decided that was a good time to start doing cart wheels and somersaults.  I wasn’t sure if Chad would be able to feel her moving yet, but thought I’d ask anyway.  He put his hand on my belly and in a matter of seconds his eyes went  really wide.  “What is she doing in there?”

“Not sure, but apparently it’s not bed time.”  I’m sure she was restless from the flight back to ATL and the car ride home, we didn’t get to move around as much as the flight to WA.  Or maybe it was the blackened chicken salad I had for dinner?

Then he pulls his hand away and starts flopping around on the bed like a fish, legs and arms going every which direction.  “Feels like she’s doing this,” he says with grunting breaths.

All I could do was laugh.  One thing is for sure, this little girl will have one heck of a silly side and a great sense of humor.

Skipping The Flutters

They say the first movements feel like little butterfly flutters or little gas bubbles in your tummy.  This could be true.  However, I have always been aware of my tummy’s activities and could not tell the difference between “flutters” and what is normal for me.  A couple of weekends ago, while trying to stay in bed as long as Tootsie would let me, I felt a few knocks.  We completely skipped the “flutter” stage and went directly to jabs and kicks.  Nugget was telling me it was time to get up and eat something.  Apparently, no matter what the air temperature is outside, she’s still toasty warm on the inside.  And as we all know, I don’t count anymore, it’s all about her.

I’ve been able to feel the same little pokes and prods while sitting at work, and when I get home and can relax.  I even learned a valuable lesson about my little Nugget and Wendy’s frosty – it makes her bounce off the walls – literally.  About 30 minutes after satisfying my craving, she just would not be still.  Have you seen the movie Alien?  I swear that’s what it felt like (without the painful and gory busting through).  TONS of movement and no control over it.

Last weekend, after wearing myself out running around town, I had planned on going to bed early.  As I was laying there letting my brain unwind, little Nugget decided it was time to do a little dancing.  I called to Chad, who thus far then had been unsuccessful at feeling anything but his own pulse in his fingers.  He came upstairs and put his hand on the belly bump.  After maybe 4 little pokes, she really let loose and must have kicked.  His eyes got pretty big, and he said he was pretty sure he felt that one, I had been trying to point them out to make it a little easier to distinguish.

So, after almost 5 months, we are finally getting distinguishable movements.  I was a little worried for a while, kept reading posts about all these other bumpies (mommies-to-be) already feeling the movement.  I know the doctor tells us she’s doing very well and growing on schedule, but we go for weeks without knowing anything.  Now I can at least have a little more piece of mind, knowing that she’s moving like she’s supposed to.

One more milestone accomplished.  Looking forward to the next…