Been a bit of time since our last update; sorry 'bout that.
The big news: last night I was lying on the sofa, Eric sitting at my feet. Suddenly I thought I felt Eric poke me sharply just below my belly button; I cried out in indignation, but Eric looked at me as though I was out of my mind! "Honey, I can't even reach your belly from here!"
"Well, something poked me!" And then I gasped. The baby! Could it be? It definitely didn't feel like a muscle cramp or a spasm; it felt like a poke. Eric's confident that it was the baby I felt; I was waiting for "little flutters," not hard punches! Is this a sign of personality to come?
posted by Carrie Richmond 11:46 AM |
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