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Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Joy

For the first time last night, I felt something "real" in this pregnancy. I've peed on the stick, but for all I know, both of the tests I took could have been defective. I've heard the heartbeat at my doctor's office, but for all I know, she could have the sounds programmed into the Dopplar machine she uses to hear the baby and could be simply placating the crazy lady (that would be me, if you haven't guessed already). I've gained a lot of weight, but that could be that I've been eating like a carb-glutted pig.

But last nigt, I felt something "real." I was laying on my side (the only position comfortable anymore since laying on my back causes the baby--or my massive weight gain, if I'm going with the "no real baby" theory-- to press down on my Vena Cava vein, which cuts off circulation to my legs--fun). I was thinking about how cool it is that I'm almost half way through this pregnancy and how it seems to have flown by so quickly. Suddenly, I felt *something* in my stomach. I quickly ran through the options of what it could be: gas? Nah, wasn't that, much to the joy of my husband. Wuss. Stomach "talking"? Nope, totally different feeling. Alien in my chest ready to burst out? Nope, although the weird dreams I've been having lately and watching Alien the other day make me doubt.

Baby kicking? It appears so. I can only describe it as feeling like a kernel of popcorn went off in my gut. Small, but definitly there. I wasn't sure if it was really what I thought it was, though, so I waited and, sure enough, a few minutes later I felt it again. This time I woke up Robert and let him share the joy. The "popping" was way too light for him to feel yet, but having experienced this much makes me look forward to the day that he gets to feel it too (from the outside, of course).

I feel so blessed, and I finally feel like I have outward (kind of) proof that there's really a baby there who will be joining me in about 145 days. I go to get my sonogram in a few weeks and I'll have further proof (and hopefully an idea of the sex of the baby so can stop calling him/her "it").

Yay!

.: posted by amy 10:09 PM

Sunday, February 22, 2004

In case you were wondering...