Those tiny "bubbles" that were his first movements.
The way he feels when he slides across the inside of my belly.
That squirmy, rolling feeling.
When I get in certain positions (leaning forward when sitting on the couch, or laying on my right side) and he starts kicking to push away the pressure he's feeling.
Those surprising kicks that are way over on the right side of my belly, past the mole that I have there.
Having little conversations with him - talking to him - telling him about my plans for the day or my dreams for him, or why he is lucky to have Grant for a daddy.
People telling me that, other than my belly, I don't really look pregnant.
When Grant talks to my belly, especially after he feels the baby move.
Grant calling me his "beautiful pregnant wife," or telling my how pretty I look.
My confidence (and lack of fear) of going into labor.
Cori hugging my tummy and asking how "Max" is doing.
Trying out different names to see how they sound out loud.
When I slouch, the odd way my boobs feel resting on my belly.
Those funny lumps and bumps I can feel when I prod my belly with my hand - is it a foot? a knee? an elbow? a hand?
The closeness I feel to Grant right now - like our relationship is at a whole different level.
This feeling that everything is right, and good, and loving, and the way it should be.
The way he feels when he slides across the inside of my belly.
That squirmy, rolling feeling.
When I get in certain positions (leaning forward when sitting on the couch, or laying on my right side) and he starts kicking to push away the pressure he's feeling.
Those surprising kicks that are way over on the right side of my belly, past the mole that I have there.
Having little conversations with him - talking to him - telling him about my plans for the day or my dreams for him, or why he is lucky to have Grant for a daddy.
People telling me that, other than my belly, I don't really look pregnant.
When Grant talks to my belly, especially after he feels the baby move.
Grant calling me his "beautiful pregnant wife," or telling my how pretty I look.
My confidence (and lack of fear) of going into labor.
Cori hugging my tummy and asking how "Max" is doing.
Trying out different names to see how they sound out loud.
When I slouch, the odd way my boobs feel resting on my belly.
Those funny lumps and bumps I can feel when I prod my belly with my hand - is it a foot? a knee? an elbow? a hand?
The closeness I feel to Grant right now - like our relationship is at a whole different level.
This feeling that everything is right, and good, and loving, and the way it should be.
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