It’s Friday night and I’m going to bed early. Why? Not because I’m sick. Somehow I’ve managed to stay clear of the nasty cough my husband still has. Not even because I’m all that tired (LOVE the second trimester energy!). I confess that I am going to go lay in bed in hopes of feeling my baby move. It’s okay…I’ll say it for you…LOSER! PREGNANT FREAK!
But really, the last few nights I *thought* I felt something. Just little twinges and flickers here and there. Could be gas…but there was no dutch oven effect to show for it. I kinda really maybe think it was the baby! I can only feel it when I get really still at night though. So I’m off to lay in bed and concentrate on the inner-workings of my body. I’m very excited about my Friday night date with the alien. Excuse me while I go obsess…
13 weeks 4 days