Last night, our little boy was being pretty active around 9pm. He kept moving in one area on my tummy so I had Mike put his hand there to see if he could feel what I was. It took some time, but I felt a movement and Mike said 'I felt that!' and a big grin came over his face.
I love this look that Mike gets. He doesn't get excited... at least not like I do. But, if I could take a picture of when he felt the kick, when he found out we were having a boy and when he found out I was pregnant, that would be priceless to me.
For our records, Mike felt the 'kick' exactly at 18 weeks.
I can't believe we still have 22 to go. I think that parenting has already started to teach me patience and the importance of waiting for the good things in life. I'm so excited for our little boy to be ready for the world!
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