The ever so slight flutter, kick, and punch is growing stronger! As I lounge on the couch watching the tube, I realized that this evenings kicks are strong enough that a hand on the outside of my belly would be able to feel the movements of #2 along with me. And, tonight, just as it was the first time Jack really kicked is bittersweet. Mark is on a fishing trip with his Dad, Grandpa, and Uncle and if my memory is correct, he was out of town when Jack really got me for the first time too. So, I sit here with tears in my eyes (darn hormones) eating animal crackers (that I bought for Jack...turns out I've eaten more) enjoying the kicks of the little one!
And, I really should enjoy the sweet little movements because in a few months, the little one won't have much space to move!
