‘When you moved, I felt squeezed with a wild infatuation and protectiveness. We are one. Nothing, not even death, can change that.’
In the last week my belly bump has grown, it is rounder than before and it feels much more firm. Moving in certain ways is getting harder and I am really starting to feel the weight.
There is more to it than just its growth though, I’ve started to feel movements. Your movements.
Beautiful, fluttering movements. After a really rough pregnancy, to be able to experience those first noticeable movements from you is nothing short of delightful.
When I wake in the mornings and roll over onto my back, I wait for you to rise to the surface (so to speak). I will feel the motion and shortly after see the risen part of my stomach. Last week you were mostly to the left, this week you have been to the right. I spend my first five minutes awake waiting for my little surface visitor. When you do meet my hand at the surface and push every so slowly against it, it is the days reassurance for me.
That what I am going through day to day, is for both of us. It is not just for me anymore. This alone beautiful but terrifying, both settling and overwhelming.
For now the flutters are just between you and I, the movements cannot be felt on the outside and your Dad hasn’t felt you yet. In your own time your movements will become more pronounced.
Thank you for greeting me in the morning, for having a little groove whenever I play music and for being the cute little frog you are at the moment.
I can’t wait to meet you.