Last night we experienced a momentous event, the baby kicked! I was reading in bed while Ben was away at Scouts. I paused and set the book down to consider some of the names on our list and think about a name that had just shown up in the book I'm reading. Then I felt it, a little nudge pushing towards the outside. I set the book down and paid attention. I then felt a BIG one, must have been with both feet, because it was unmistakable. It was it if he/she was saying, "You felt that right. I'm here!"
I fell asleep after the kicking stopped, and when Ben returned home he woke me up. I told him what had happened, but I wasn't sure if he would be able to feel anything from the outside until the baby gets bigger. As we were lying in bed, the kicking started back up again. I grabbed his hand and placed it on the spot where most of the kicking was taking place, and sure enough, he could tell the baby was kicking up a storm.
I was starting to get discouraged that I hadn't felt anything yet, but I also knew that I wasn't really pausing enough to feel such subtle movements. Most days I'm walking from class to class, and in class I try not to get distracted and listen to the professor. There are not a lot of times where it's not still and quiet enough to feel anything going on inside.
On another note, Ben and I have decided what I'll be doing in the meantime before the baby arrives. I've been reading this book, and I like what the author has to say about self-education.

We've decided that the best thing for me right now, is to embark on this self-education. I can also have more flexible time to get ready for the baby and look for an apartment for us. I'm excited for this change to take place. I can sit down and read Plato without feeling rushed to finished in before final exams come, and really take my time to digest what I'm reading, instead of just memorizing facts for a test.
Yay! Your little tyke is in there! That's the NEATEST feeling in the world - so fun to read about you feeling the first real, solid movement.
ReplyDeleteGood luck on your self-education journey. Maybe I should join you in some of your readings. Yesterday Josh read me a portion of a letter of condolence that Abraham Lincoln wrote to a woman who lost sons in the Civil War. It was seriously SO beautiful and SO poetic. I was struck by how a simple classical education taught that backwoods boy how to write well and so beautiful express the feelings of his heart. It made me realize how lacking my own words so often are...but that it's totally fixable.
I'm going to start by instituting 30 minutes of quiet reading with the kids in the afternoons as a time for ME to remember to sit and study a worthwhile book.
Anyway, keep me updated on what you choose to read. I'm going to start with what's on our bookshelves, I think. I'd like to be able to say that I've read most of the books on there. Of course, a lot are classics for JOSH and therefore may not be appealing to me. I have ideas on some other books I'd like to add (more poetry, for example)...but there's time!