Movement

I am not one of those women who love pregnancy.  I wish I could say differently.  That is not what this post is about, though.

There is this one thing that I do love about being pregnant.

Movement.

The movement of a growing, kicking, twisting, turning, somersaulting little babe.  It is truly magical.  I looked forward to it this time more than any other pregnancy.  With such a rough beginning to my pregnancies, I latch onto anything to keep me sane.  One of those this time was the anticipation of feeling this baby move.  I was eager for it, often to the point of impatience.  I felt the first flutter at 15 weeks, but the movements were few and far between.  I wanted more.  At 18 weeks when I felt continuous movement for a full 30 seconds, I found that tears had trickled down my cheeks.  After feeling miserable for so many weeks, it felt like I had been given a precious gift.  I have continued to feel this baby move on a daily basis and am loving every minute of it.

I am 24 weeks, which means this baby is about 1.5 lbs., so I sure hope I can say the same about this movement when he is big enough to be up under my ribs and is using my bladder as a punching bag!