Pregnancy Journal

...so here it is:

The other day, as I was dismissing the kids after school, Caleb came running up to me and threw his arms around my stomach.  Before I could stop him, he kissed my belly.  Then he leaned back, patted my stomach and said, "ok, baby, I'll see you tomorrow." 

Not much to the story, but I thought it was sweet that he is so concerened for Pookie.  Every day Caleb comes in, rubs my stomach, and lets me know: "Mrs. Adams, your baby is doind just fine!"

This week was pretty cool for pregnancy.  I didn’t throw up for almost five days straight!  Also, and slightly cooler, we started feeling the baby move.  It was about a week ago when I was feeling kind of funky at lunch time.  It was indescribable.  Katie asked what was wrong and I replied that I just felt funny.  She asked, “Does it feel like butterflies in your stomach?”  I told her that it did to which she replied, “That’s the baby, idiot!”  How was I supposed to know?  I’ve never had a person inside me kicking at my stomach before.  I didn’t know what it felt like. 

Slowly, the kicking got stronger, so that I now definitely know the difference between the baby and an upset stomach.  For the first few days I couldn’t get Matt to feel it.  Every time he came near me, the Pookie would stop.  Finally, Matt was able to feel the kicking too.  Both of us think it is pretty weird feeling.  It’s very bizarre to think of a foot inside me let alone anything else. 

The weirdest part was the other day when I was driving and the song Holiday came on the radio.  As soon as the song started, Pookie started kicking to the beat.  Seriously, I think (s)he may have Matt’s dancing skills and I don’t know whose horrible taste in music!