Movement

A few weeks ago, I moved my pant waist from where it was to under my belly. It felt more comfortable that way, but then, for a few minutes I felt little flutter like things going up and down my belly. I thought it might be the baby moving, but because it was so early in my pregnancy, I didn't want to get over anxious and claim it was and then have it be gas.

Shortly thereafter, I had another little incident where I thought I felt him moving.

Thanksgiving Day, we woke up at Jason's dad's house in New Harmony. It's a little south of Cedar. Tammy has a tradition of waking up and eating Turkey. However, this year, since everyone was supposed to be going to Wes and Donna's, we had cereal for breakfast. I had a bowl and considered another, but then decided not to. I also thought of having a glass of juice, but then again, decided not to.

In between Mesquite and Moapa I had Jason searching the car for food cause the kid was hungry! The only time I feel queasy is when the kid is trying to let me know he's hungry. So, I remembered there was a fortune cookie in the car. I had Jason searching for it and that barely tied us over til Moapa. We then got some sustenance for the little bugger.

When we got home, there was still much to do. Make funeral potatoes, mashed potatoes, deep fry the turkey, clean/straighten up the house, etc. I kept telling everyone I needed to eat something, but I never stopped to eat. As I was standing in front of the dining table, organizing it, I felt a big ol' kick or jab in my belly. I knew then I had to eat something cause he was getting pissed. LOL

Now, as I sit here, catching up on past blogs, I can feel that little boy swimming laps inside. Maybe he felt a little left out from the tickle war that happened a few moments ago, but I know we will be tickling this little guy as much as possible, til he trains himself not to be ticklish (like his daddy did).