For a while I thought perhaps you only moved on screen because I hear that dang sonogram thing is loud. Everyone kept asking me if I had felt you. When I would respond no, they would tell me what it was supposed to feel like, as if I hadn't read it a billion times anxiously awaiting it. I knew what it was supposed to feel like, and I simply felt nothing.
I know my body well. I take care of it, and I know it's sounds and gurgles and movement. So last night (really 4:35 a.m.) when I felt like something had tapped my stomach from the inside I paused. I moved the computer so it wasn't in the way, and I waited. And then you did it again.
It was delightful. You had apparently chosen to skip the simple butterfly/little fishy type movements. I was getting poked at, repeatedly. When you quieted down later, I gently pressed in where you had been, massaging what had earlier been an excruciatingly painful abdomen muscle. And as soon as I quit you began poking at me again, readjusting, settling in for the night. I told your Daddy that you were either a very early bird or more of a night owl like your mama. He's decided that you're probably a night owl... particularly because we do like our afternoon coffee, don't we?
Tonight you've poked and prodded a bit, and now I'm getting the gentle flipping/swimming movements I wasn't before. It's nice to know you're in there. It's weird to know I can feel when you're up and moving. Just another 4 1/2 months Escargot, and you'll be here.