It was my birthday this weekend, yesterday in fact. I am now a big fat 28, in every sense hehe! My baby decided to give me a birthday present, and kicked my hand through my tummy, at around 10pm last night. It was an amazing feeling – I’d felt the kicks in my tummy, but wasn’t really 100% sure if they were kicks or wind or something else. So feeling it unequivocally like that was just so lovely, and a real boost to knowing my baby is developing as it should. Feels like there’s more personality there now too. Almost as if baby knew I wanted something on that special day.
Baby dad was away (again!) this time in Edinburgh for a stag do. He’s back now but has been fast asleep since about 7pm after three heavy days away without much kip. So I’m sat here writing and baby is once again kicking, but it’ll be tomorrow before baby and I can show off to him with our new trick – it seems baby is a night owl and sleeps through most of the day right now, only to kick off as it were around 10pm. A sign for the future, I wonder?
