My New Drug

A couple weeks ago, I thought I felt the baby move.  I pretty much always either have gas or have to poop though so I couldn't be sure if it was the delight of my uterus or my intestines that I was actually feeling.

I kept paying close attention, however, and the movements have gotten stronger and easier to recognize.  By last week, I was sure that it was actually the human moving and began to try to feel him move from the outside as well. 

And now I'm obsessed.

Anytime he moves, I am like a junkie with a needle... that's all I can focus on.  If I don't feel movement for a little while, I start jabbing my fingers into my guts to try and get a little wiggle out of him.  Hubs was able to feel some movement on Saturday night (which was also my birthday and we were staying at a romantic bed and breakfast at the time.  I know right?)

You see, this is one of those moments, one of the feelings and experiences you pray for in the throes of infertility.  I remember many cries when all I could think about was how I longed to feel little feet kicking me from the inside, and how I thought I was never again going to be able to live through that and know the magic that it brings to your heart.

And now it's mine.  And I get to keep it for four and a half more months.  And I could probably die from the happiness.