Sep 17, 2007 08:51
So at the end of this week, we bid farewell to the second trimester and move into the third. We're two-thirds of the way there. Both yay! and ack!
Last night, we were watching The 4400 . I was resting against John, with my feet up on the arm of the couch. He has been trying to feel the baby move for weeks now, but she always seems to settle down when he puts his hands on my belly. So we were lounging on the couch, and he had one hand on my belly. The baby lurched from one side of my belly to the other.
Suddenly he paused the show. "Was that it?" he said.
I laughed. "Yeah, that was a somersault. I kind of figured if you were going to feel anything, you'd feel that."
She kicked hard, right under his hand. "Was that it?" he said. "Because it felt like a muscle twitch. Or like you laughing."
"Nope, that was her." I waited to see what his reaction would be, but inwardly, I was full of hormonally-charged emotion - this was another first!
"That's my baby!" he said. And then, romantic that he is, "Is that what you put up with all day long? Because pregnancy has always been in the top three on my list of reasons I'm glad I'm a guy, and that doesn't help."
Yep, I married him.