So last night being lazy on the couch while watching pointless t.v. I think I felt the baby move for the first time! It was actually a few times for only a moment each time. It felt like little bubbles fluttering upward in me for only a few seconds. I told Michael it reminded me of how it would feel if the bubbles from a fish tank were in your belly. Mike also swears he can hear the baby's heartbeat with a monitor too, but we aren't positive.
Everyone knows that being a parent is full of sacrifices and some are more difficult than others. So far being a Mom I have "sacrificed" my skin thanks to stretch marks, my youthfulness, thanks to the worries that cause the new wrinkles I notice weekly, my pretty legs thanks to the varicose veins I received during pregnancy that never went away, the comfort of sitting thanks to the back pain I have had ever since pregnancy, a good night’s sleep, and the list goes on... However, none of these things truly feel like a sacrifice (although I do miss sleep and my non-damaged body) they are just part of being a mommy and I wouldn't trade parenthood for anything! Today, however, a very difficult sacrifice was made, although I know it was the only choice. Ranger, the dog Michael and I had for 7 ½ years, was given to a new home today. He bit Gabby on her head when she was about 9 months old and then about a week ago he nipped at her and unfortunately that was the last straw. M...
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