These days, my awake hours are filled with the most beautiful secret. I am feeling my baby moving often throughout the day.
** Note, this is NOT my belly. Our baby's feet are not nearly that big yet.
I have always been VERY interested and curious about babies moving in their mother's stomachs. I was the youngest/only child, and so I never experienced the familiarity of touching Mom's belly to feel the baby kick. Then, I never had a close sister, or even close friend, who was living in the same town, that I could feel the baby kick with any regularity. I don't know where my curiosity came from, but for years, I have been, I think, unnaturally interested in babies moving inside the womb.
I didn't know my interest was unnatural, until I, myself, am pregnant. I have been known... on more than one occasion... to ask a close friend or family member, that if the baby moves while I'm around, to PLEASE tell me and let me put my hand on their stomach. I didn't realize that was weird, until I became pregnant and realized that NO ONE, even close friends, have made this request of me. I think I really am a weirdo.
That being said, I am in heaven right now, because I get to feel my baby moving whenever he/she does. Not even my Hubby knows all the little movements, pokes, jabs, rolls, and squirms I feel these days, and it feels like I have the most beautiful secret. It feels like the first communication I am having with... and the first secret I am sharing with my son or daughter.
There may be times when the baby's movements are too big (or surprising, or painful) for me to hide the fact that I a feel the baby. But for now, no one knows the baby is moving, including my hubby, unless I share that information. I have gotten to feel these movements grow, and strengthen, and shift around in my uterus. There is really something living and growing in there -- as if my growing belly were not proof enough.
Motherhood is different for everyone, and I will admit that I don't think I became a mother the moment I saw the (six) positive pregnancy tests. I don't think I became a mother the first time we heard our baby's heartbeat, or saw our baby's picture -- back when it was the size of a peanut. I don't think I became a mother when the morning sickness began or when my clothes began to get tight. I became a mother when I began to feel our baby move inside my stomach.
These days, I have the most beautiful secret, and I could not be happier about it.
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I have always been VERY interested and curious about babies moving in their mother's stomachs. I was the youngest/only child, and so I never experienced the familiarity of touching Mom's belly to feel the baby kick. Then, I never had a close sister, or even close friend, who was living in the same town, that I could feel the baby kick with any regularity. I don't know where my curiosity came from, but for years, I have been, I think, unnaturally interested in babies moving inside the womb.
I didn't know my interest was unnatural, until I, myself, am pregnant. I have been known... on more than one occasion... to ask a close friend or family member, that if the baby moves while I'm around, to PLEASE tell me and let me put my hand on their stomach. I didn't realize that was weird, until I became pregnant and realized that NO ONE, even close friends, have made this request of me. I think I really am a weirdo.
That being said, I am in heaven right now, because I get to feel my baby moving whenever he/she does. Not even my Hubby knows all the little movements, pokes, jabs, rolls, and squirms I feel these days, and it feels like I have the most beautiful secret. It feels like the first communication I am having with... and the first secret I am sharing with my son or daughter.
There may be times when the baby's movements are too big (or surprising, or painful) for me to hide the fact that I a feel the baby. But for now, no one knows the baby is moving, including my hubby, unless I share that information. I have gotten to feel these movements grow, and strengthen, and shift around in my uterus. There is really something living and growing in there -- as if my growing belly were not proof enough.
Motherhood is different for everyone, and I will admit that I don't think I became a mother the moment I saw the (six) positive pregnancy tests. I don't think I became a mother the first time we heard our baby's heartbeat, or saw our baby's picture -- back when it was the size of a peanut. I don't think I became a mother when the morning sickness began or when my clothes began to get tight. I became a mother when I began to feel our baby move inside my stomach.
These days, I have the most beautiful secret, and I could not be happier about it.
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