I blogged a few hours ago about waiting impatiently to feel BabyBear move. Other moms-to-be had waxed on about fluttering butterflies in their 18-week bellies. I wanted my turn. I had waited 18 weeks to feel something other than light-headed nausea.
Either these women are actually hatching sociable little pupae or they lie. It's got to be one or the other, because I'm getting no flutters. I was promised tickles and instead I'm getting poke, poke, poke on my bladder.
Tonight PapaBear used his stethoscope to confirm that what I was feeling indeed were kicks. Then he encouraged our little one to high five him through my belly. And BabyBear was happy to oblige, over and over again.
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