Our little soccer player

Last Saturday I took the day off from studying, and worked on setting up my computer (just got it back from the shop - they had to replace almost everything, including the hard drive, so I had to re-load a whole bunch of stuff). As I was sitting at the table, the baby started kicking. I decided to see if we could feel it, so I went to the living room where DH was, laid down on the couch with my head in his lap, and we put our hands on my belly, and waited patiently. DH was working on something on his computer, and he lifted his hand for a moment to type something. I moved mine to where his was (he had the prime real estate, low and center), and I felt a kick! On the outside! Poor DH - he was disappointed.

Two nights ago I woke up for some reason at about 5:30 am, wide awake. I started wondering what woke me when I felt some really strong kicks. These didn't feel like bubbles or butterflies, but literally like someone was poking me from the inside. I put my hand over the area, and I could feel them really strong on the outside too! It was so amazing. I leaned over and shook DH. He turned toward me a bit, with his eyes closed, and held up his index finger. I said, "Babe, wake up." He said, "Hang on a second." Amused at this point, I waited. A few seconds later he half opened his eyes. "OK, what did you want?" I said, "What were you doing?" "Oh I was listening to a phone call." I laughed out loud, and then told him he'd better wake up totally because baby was seriously moving. He put his hand over the area, and baby kicked again. I was so excited for him! He was like, "Wow! Was that the baby?" "Yeah!" "Cool." And he promptly rolled back over, presumably going back to his phone call. I love that man. :)

It was an amazing feeling, though, feeling kicks that strong. It was the first time I could really picture actual body parts kicking me. I could picture the feet I'm going to be kissing like crazy soon, kicking my belly. It was pretty neat.