I bet I’ve been smiling more in the past few weeks than I have in the past few years. And it’s a great feeling.
I’m trying to ignore that niggling little voice that says if I am too happy, something will go wrong, something will break and change that. Instead, I’m trying to just enjoy the happiness for whatever it is, and however long it stays. And when you’re a worrier, like I am, that can be pretty hard to do. But… that said, I’m pretty excited.
I felt the baby move Wednesday.
I mean, really move. Enough to know that it’s not my imagination, it’s not gas. The kiddo was facing outside and kicking up a storm on at least two different instances. It’s not really noticeable from the outside. Yet. And it felt more like a little bubble popping up against the side (it’s hard to explain). I think s/he has turned around again, and is inward bound, because I’m not feeling as much as I was. That’s okay, as long as s/he manages to face back towards the front next Friday, so we can tell whether a girl or boy will be joining us in November. And until the kid has less room in there, I don’t expect to feel a lot.
So, movement! And we find out boy or girl next Friday! See, lots to smile about. 
