So here I am at 25 weeks pregnant, and I can say that I finally and officially “feel” pregnant. Running has become more difficult, trips to the bathroom occur every half hour and people stare at my belly as I walk down the street. According to my midwife, my weight gain and size is “on point,” but perhaps most noticeable this week was that at 25 weeks on the dot on Sunday morning, I woke up with my arm draped across my stomach and could actually feel you moving from the outside. So of course I called for your daddy who came darting into the room, placed his hand on my belly, waited patiently and there you were… saying hello to him for the very first time. It makes the whole experience even that much more exciting now that he can be in on the fun!
Reedu reading this stuff is bringing tears to my eyes. And Im not wishy washy about kid, but babies I adore, when they pass 3 I want to return them.