I never mess with my blog at work, but I have to make an exception today because I want to remember this moment forever. Bosses, if you're reading this, I apologize. I'll keep it quick, I promise.
For the past 5 days, I've felt little flutters in my stomach, but I tried to chalk it up to the digestion process or something because my doctor told me not to expect movement for a few more weeks, due to the location of my placenta. Yesterday, though, I really started to think the flutters had to be movement because they were so consistent. And today...
I CAN FEEL LITTLE MAN DANCING UP A STORM!
...as I type this, in fact... and there's no denying it anymore. I'm sitting at my desk, laughing out loud right now--because it's such a wonderfully bizarre feeling. If I had to describe it, I'd say it feels like there's a monarch butterfly in my stomach that really, really wants out. Flutter, flutter, tap, flutter.
So awesome. So reassuring. Keep it up, kiddo.
I really don't like publishing posts without a photo, so please do me a favor and imagine that there's a picture of me right here:
....wearing the biggest smile I've ever worn.