The other day, Aaron still refused to believe that I could feel the little one kicking in my belly. Until one morning we were laying in bed and I put his hand on the spot where Jr. was kicking. I had to tell him the first two times....but then he caught on and said "he did it again!" Now he and Jaron are constantly putting their hands on my belly and waiting for kicks....but he's smart, he stays still until no one's around to save me from the "don't touch my belly" trauma that I'm still having a little of.
My stomach seemed to grow over a weekend...I went from hardly noticeable to "yep, she's pregnant." Which is nice, but at the same time, making it difficult to keep up on the leg shaving. Hopefully that's close to the worst part :)
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Wait till he does a somersault! You used to jab me with your elbow, and kick me in the ribs. (Usually when I was trying to rest!) Ahhh, paybacks! LOL
I love you!
Umm..I think you can forget the legs for awhile.
Here's an idea. Start a "touch the belly send my kid to college" fund. For every person who touches your belly, they have to contribute $5 to the fund. Five bucks a touch. Oh yea...that might put an end to some of those "let me intrude on your personal space" people.
(By the way, I'll be bringing a check for $200 when I come home over Christmas to cover all my "touches"!)
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