My baby, the golf ball?

Posted on January 22, 2010 by heatherlauraclarke

Friday, January 22, 2010

20 weeks, 5 days pregnant

So apparently Little Baby reads this blog. Or is reading my mind, or something. Because it was only a week ago that I lamented the fact that I haven’t felt any really strong kicks, and then …

POW! I am QUITE CERTAIN that I just felt my first two real baby kicks.

Not fluttering.

Not tickles.

Not pokes.

Real, honest-to-God KICKS with actual BABY FEET (or fists, or something).

I felt them both pretty low down, just below my bellow button. It was a weird feeling, almost like I had swallowed a golf ball, and felt it go blurp! as I digested it. Like a little thump and then it was gone. It was much, much stronger than anything I’ve felt before.

The scary thing is that I haven’t even eaten my TGIF-chocolate-dip-doughnut treat yet. I was just about to take my first bite. The baby might be punching the crap out of me in a minute, from all the sugar!

Category: Getting to know you, Milestones, Second trimester, Week 21

2 Comments on “My baby, the golf ball?”

lindsey
January 22, 2010

Fun! I was just wondering about that actually. It must be so exciting! Did Darling Husband get to feel it yet?

P.S. A TGIF-chocolate-dip-doughnut sounds amazing! 😉

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Laptops to Lullabies
January 22, 2010

Nope, Darling Husband hasn't been able to feel any of it yet. I'll get him to try later, if I'm still feeling the golf ball thuds!

And yes, the doughnut was awesome. God bless Fridays.

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Making things isn’t just a hobby — it’s part of what keeps me alive.

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