Tuesday, July 07, 2009

A Real Kick

We’re deep in the throws of last-minute wedding planning (you know—ordering bow ties, shopping for shoes, choosing the wording of our vows, sewing table runners—all the stuff the experts suggest leaving for the last possible minute), and I’m finally feeling the baby kick in earnest. Now that it’s happening a lot, I realize I’ve been feeling it for a few weeks—I just thought it was, well, there’s no polite way to say this: gas. It feels nothing at all like butterflies but quite a bit like an air bubble moving through my intestines. Who knew?

When Dr. Fiancé put his hand on my belly to feel the kicks from the outside I told him they weren’t that strong yet.

Turns out I was wrong. The babydaddy was quite pleased. As was his soon-to-be-wife.

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