I’ve been feeling the little kicks for some time now… nothing new. Lately, they’ve been a bit more intense, and at times, if I look down at just the right moment, I can actually SEE them. That’s a trip. Last night, I put Tay’s hand on my belly, and heard his breath catch at just the moment I felt a good strong one. “Was that one?” He asked, smiling, eyes wide. Yup.
I’m 18 weeks along, and all the baby books say that the husband won’t feel the baby for at least another 2 weeks. But I think I know the reasons behind our premature kicker. Anyone who knows Taylor knows that large, muscular legs run in his family. And anyone who knows me knows that I have abnormally large feet for my size. (To put this in perspective: I am 5’3″ and I wear the same size shoe as the lovely Julie, who is 6 ft tall. (did I get that right, Jules?)
There’s no escaping it, little one. You will have some strong and sturdy legs. And excellent balance.