I can barely contain my excitement. I normally don't go all emotional lunatic about pregnancy stuff, but I can't help it. This little guy is rolling, twisting, kicking and punching and while it doesn't always tickle, the feeling is truly amazing. It's such a wonderful feeling to know he's growing and his activity tells me that he's progressing just fine. There have plenty of times where my over-controlling nature has caused me to want to purchase an ultrasound scanner for my home so that I can peek at him whenever I worry. But I'm not a millionaire so I depend on his activity as a sign that he's doing ok in there.
In addition to alleviating worry, it's also pretty cool to have a reminder that I'm not alone. There are days where stress from work and home are overwhelming. These are the days where I just want a squeeze from Izzy, or Joe's comforting arms wrapped around me. Usually Izzy is at daycare, and Joe is at work for those days. Just when I start to crumble I'll feel a little jab at my rib cage that reminds me I'm not on my own. God's little blessing is lets me know that I have a purpose other than worrying and stressing about all the tasks that lie ahead. There's more important work to be done, like raising this precious little gift.
Knowing that the baby is doing well and the reminder that there's an amazing gift coming in the next few months makes every aggravating pregnancy symptom worth it. Getting a swift kick to the bladder, or an embarassing belly-shaking jab in front of my work audience puts a smile on my face and makes my day. I'm really enjoying this special time.
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