Today I checked out my pregnancy ticker and I officially have 100 days left until my due date! Unbelievable! A snippet of what went through my head when I saw that...
It can't be... only 100 days, but that's not very long. - How exciting, I can't wait to meet him! - I'm totally not ready. Where will we put him? Where will all his things go? - What if he comes early? - Ooooh, I hope he comes early. - But wait, we don't have everything we need...
and that was just in the first 60 seconds after staring at the '100' number!
*Segue*
On Saturday night, I had just eaten a s'mores pop-tart and was laying on the couch watching the Rangers game, when out of the corner of my eye I saw my shirt "jump!" It was kind of crazy! I mean, I've been feeling him move around, but had never actually seen any movement. I called over Lovebug -- he was carving a pumpkin masterpiece... pictures to come -- because he had never felt him kick before. He finally came over, after working a few more minutes, and checked out what all the ruckus was about. He laid his hand on my stomach and waited. I had to "encourage" the little guy a bit by poking around my stomach some and then he gave us some good kicks/punches! It was so fun! Right now, it's still at the point where it doesn't hurt, so I'm thankful for that. But it was quite exciting for Lovebug to finally get to experience a teeny part of what's going on inside of me :o) Guess I'll be keeping a steady supply of s'mores pop-tarts on hand!
To life... full of little kicks and jabs!
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