I was in the process of dragging my sorry self out of bed this morning, trying to convince some random part of my body to feel sore enough to warrant a sick day, and miserably failing.
And then it hit me.
More accurately, a limb hit me from the inside of my abdomen.
This is the first time that I've felt a kick (well it could have been a poke or a headbutt for all I know) for sure. It didn't feel like I had, or ate, butterflies, or like I was about to fart, and didn't feel like flutters either. More like a noticeable heartbeat way lower than where my heart normally sits.
Now I need Maltesers and a couch.
The beginning of two Tadpoles' lives
BIrthday tickers
