Movement

I am officially feeling this baby move. I had been feeling wisps of movement... but was unsure if it could be something other than gas. So I started paying more attention.

On Saturday, it hit me. I felt the baby move, I pressed on my belly where I felt it and I got another flutter of movement. It took me back- I shut my eyes and remembered this feeling with Mina, I was caught off-guard by the depth of emotions I was feeling all at once. Happiness, amazement, and even a little sadness as I realized this is my last time I will feel those "first flutters." It is hard to explain, but I was also feeling an ache as I remembered Mina being a small part of me like this, long ago... And now she is a genuine fireball.

Time passes much faster than I realize, and it is moments like this that stab me in the heart- remind me of how short life is, and how lucky I am.

I still cannot believe that I am going to be a mother of two (as if that is something miraculous?). I wonder how I am going to do it- how will I have enough energy, how will I get enough sleep- how can I change all of those diapers????

Damon has been extra helpful. I am on strike this week- so he did all of the cooking and post-cooking cleanup (aka put everything in the sink) in addition to shopping on our meager budget. I needed a break. So far so good- I am enjoying not having to cook and maybe now he will understand how difficult it is cook on the hot stove with a toddler at your feet.

I am secretly hoping it will teach him some kind of lesson. I don't know what I want him to learn... Maybe that I make it look easy? (I don't, by the way- not right now) Or maybe I will just take this in the love that it is given and quit analyzing what will happen in the future.