Matt's birthday was yesterday. This is the second year in a row we were seperated for 'cinco de mayo'. He's not near as obsessed with birthdays as I am, so he took it pretty well, especially since he worked on his Sunday birthday. He had a small gift to open that I left in Colombia and we plan to celebrate the right way when he arrives in the US in less than 3 weeks.
Even though we couldn't be together we did share a special day yesterday. At my doctor appointment on Friday, the nurse asked me if I have felt the baby move. While there have been times that I thought I felt a rumble or what might be our little darling, I couldn't say with confidence that is what it was. I couldn't convince myself it wasn't lunch.
But the past few days I began to feel more, what I thought more confidently was George. Last night, while watching a movie I placed my hand on my stomach when this movement happened and within moments I felt a kick, right into my hand.
Amazing.
I was happy to share with Matt that I confirmed a kick and he was thrilled it was his birthday.
This little peanut isn't even here yet, and he or she is already giving us amazing gifts.
Thank you little one.
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