Kenneth brushed a kiss across my lips and whispered a goodbye to me before he left for work. I exchanged a sleepy "I love you" with him, and then I rolled over to drift back to sleep while he climbed in the car to go to work.
A few hours later I awoke to the sun creeping through my bedroom blinds, and as I lay still trying to wake up I felt a strange barely there fluttering in my belly. I sucked in a breath. Oh my god. What is that? Then I felt it again. I cradled my tiny baby bump with a trembling hand. I've miscarried once and I certainly don't want to lose this baby.
"Oh little baby, is that you?" I whispered. Then I felt it again--this strange little flip-flop in my lower abdomen. As my panicked brain finally caught up with my good sense it dawned on me that this sensation was my tiny little acrobat moving in the womb.
I laughed. Ha! That mysterious little fluttering in my tummy was just our baby moving around. I sat up, excited. Now that I knew what it was I wanted it to happen again. Of course, it didn't. No more movement, or if there was I certainly didn't feel it.
I haven't felt it again either. I'm not sure I would have felt it then if I weren't so terribly paranoid and in tune with that part of my body at all times. Regardless, I'm glad I felt the little booger move. I'm glad to know this little miracle is wiggling around inside me, and I look forward to these movements becoming stronger and more easily recognizable.
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