Mark just got home 20 minutes ago and brought me a ginger ale from the kitchen. Now, the baby in my stomach is kicking like crazy! Last night was the first kick I'd felt so far - I'd felt movement before, but not kicking. I felt a one-off after we got home from Thanksgiving dinner at Aunt Olivia's. But that was with my hand on my stomach. Today's strong enough for me to feel it outright. So I told Mark to put his hand on my stomach and I took a new swig and voila, a big old kick! I'm not sure if the carbonation gives him hiccups or what because he's kicking regularly and I haven't taken a new sip in 5 minutes at least.
We tried to let Myles feel him, but he didn't like being restrained and having to stand still to wait. He'll have plenty of time for that later on. It's cool when it becomes more real and present. If I remember correctly, from 5 months on, it's a roller coaster of changes and excitement.
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