kick your momma
Monday, June 30, 2008On Saturday night I laid down to go to bed and as usual the baby started kicking. Josh put both hands on my belly and leaned in close to talk to the baby. He was asking how the baby was doing, if it was growing a lot... I was feeling the kid move but Josh couldn't yet. Then he says, "How's the weather in there? Good?" WHAM! Huge kick right to Josh's hand. His eyes got enormous and he looked at me. I couldn't help but tear up and Josh got goosebumps. It's moments like that where I really just try to soak it up and realize I am in the moment. Labels: bakin' a bun
Of course moments like 4:30 this morning when I laid awake for an hour because the kid was moving so much...well, those are some moments I might not think about again. Honestly though I love every minute of all of this. And I love that Josh talks to my belly these days. Whenever he does he usually ends with, "Kick your momma!".


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