So I'm sitting at my desk this morning and I noticed that Callie has been awfully still... I haven't really felt her all morning. I silently start freaking out and pushing on my stomach trying to make her move. She doesn't. I wait for an hour, stewing about what I should do "wait till tomorrow? call the doctor? drink a coke?" and then finally she whollops my insides right behind my belly button... Not once, but twice. Two huge kicks. I tell her "Thank You" and continue on with my day.
Is this what motherhood is all about? Worrying about this little girl for the rest of my life? I can't imagine that I can be so worried about a little person that I've never met. Crazy...
What's also crazy is that we are at 25 weeks... Only 105 more days to go. W-O-W... Time flies!
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