I hadn't felt the baby move yet until yesterday. But in the morning, I was lying in bed and absentmindedly pressing my fingers into my abdomen, feeling the contours of my uterus — and there it was, someone pressing back into my fingers. Four times, equally spaced. Just a little slow push back.
I lay there for a while, pleased. Mark woke up not too long later, and I told him, and put his hand on the spot and showed him how firmly to press, and we lay quietly and waited — not long, maybe a minute.
"There — did you feel that?"
"I did!" Surprise! That's a first. I'm used to weeks and weeks going by, after I first feel movement, before the baby moves when I want it to. Let alone when I'm trying to get him/her to perform for somebody.
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