I have been anxiously awaiting the moment I could to feel our baby boy's movements. Called "quickening", it has been described to me as a light, tickling feeling--like butterfly wings inside my tummy.
Well, I beg to differ.
Several Saturdays ago, I was in bed early in the morning with my hands on my stomach, as I had been doing for days, waiting for the butterfly wings. I had almost given up and was starting to think about getting out of bed and starting my day when I felt what can only be described as a good, solid kick to my gut. It was followed by several other firm movements, and it was enough for me to wake up my husband and share the exciting news with him (even though he can't feel anything yet).
Since then, baby boy's movements have been following the same pattern--no gentle butterfly wings in this tummy. I've started feeling them often, and not just when I'm focused on feeling them. When I get kicked in public, it usually makes me giggle out loud, and the locals in our new town probably think I'm a little crazy.
All this movement has earned our little one a new nickname. I (quite lovingly, mind you) refer to him as "Lumpy", because he seems to enjoy shoving what I can only assume is his head or his rear end to the far side of my tummy, giving me a weird and obvious lopsided look. So far, he seems to be favoring the left. I do not know what this says about his personality, but I do know this: between his already established stubborn streak and now his bam-pow-hulk smash kicks, there is definitely personality there. I can't wait until he's here and we discover more about him.
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