It was early Tuesday and the morning was not going well for me. We were rushing to get everything loaded in the moving trucks before it was time to close on the house and I could not shake the morning sickness. By mid morning the house was about empty and I found myself lying on the hallway carpet praying for strength. Then it happened. It wasn’t a flutter, it was a KICK. I was beginning to think maybe I had made it up and then AGAIN. I called Jd over and told I thought she had kicked. His eyes lit up as he put his hand on my belly. We waited for a few seconds and then all of a sudden we both screamed at the same time. Not only did I feel it, but he did too!!! Such a special moment!
Since then I’m pretty sure she’s been doing something more like back-flips because she’s been moving like crazy! It’s the strangest feeling but somehow that one little kick makes all the morning sickness I’ve had seem worth it! So excited the upcoming months!
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