My absolute favorite thing about being pregnant (and I don't think I'm alone here) is feeling the baby move. It's a reminder that my baby is in there. It's a reassurance that my baby is alive and well. I felt it early with Heidi (especially for a first pregnancy); in fact, both Josh and I felt her move around 16 weeks. So I had been anxiously anticipating when baby Noodle was going to start poking me from the inside. Over the weekend I started feeling a few flutters and thinking..."maybe" and as I have continued to feel them every night, I become more and more certain that baby is in there making his/her presence known.
Last night I was laying on the couch and baby was doing somersaults or something. I could feel tons of movement and I kept putting my hand on the outside of my belly to see if I could feel something from the outside. Of course, Josh noticed me doing it right away and came running over, lifted my shirt, put an ice-cold hand on my belly, leaned really close and started talking to baby, "give Daddy a kick! kick me right where my face is, come on baby, give a kick for daddy." I don't think he felt one, but it still melted my heart.
I think this pregnancy is much more real to both of us because it's not our first (uh, we know there's going to be a baby come April) and because we worked so hard to get here. I remember when it hit me with Heidi's pregnancy, I think it was around 30 weeks in and I just stopped Josh one night and said "I just love her so much already." and he said "so do I." I think I had that same feeling about 5 weeks in this time. I feel like my family is complete.
Happy 16 weeks baby Noodle, we can't wait to meet you!
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