On April 4th, I crawled into bed and turned over on my right side. I was pretty tired, expecting to fall asleep quickly.
All of a sudden I felt something strange. It felt like popcorn popping, or bubbles bouncing around in my abdomen. I did quick math and realized I was only just over 14 weeks and, while it was possible, most women don’t feel a baby’s movements that early (especially their first). I tried to dismiss it, but it was unlike anything I felt before, and I actually laughed out loud because it tickled so much.
I tested it out by rolling onto my back. The sensation stopped. When I rolled back onto my side, it started up again. This kid was going crazy in there! Deep down, I knew I was feeling my baby move for the first time.
I didn’t say much about it, as I was afraid people wouldn’t believe what I was feeling. I would hear it was gas bubbles, or hunger pains, or the millions of other things women confuse for fetal movement. I didn’t want someone to ruin the moment by insisting it didn’t exist.
The next night, I felt Beanie again, although to a much lesser extent. The following night, I felt nothing. Then, the night after that, the moving and shaking started again. This has been the pattern for the past week or so. I’d still been keeping this experience quiet, just waiting to see what happens.
Then, today, I felt Beanie for the first time during the day. I was sitting up, putting my make-up on, and there (s)he was, doing morning calisthenics. Later on this afternoon, at my desk at work, it started up again.
I will be honest and say it really freaked me out a bit the first time I felt Beanie move, but now I am loving it. No hard kicks or right hooks yet, just a soft, subtle reminder every once in a while that our little miracle is still here.
This is just one of those many experiences that I thought I’d never have. I am eternally grateful.