The First Movement

Well, the first movement I could feel, anyway...

Last night, I got to feel my little girl moving around for the very first time. Lisa has put my hands on her belly so many times inquiring, "Did you feel? You had to feel that!" To which I always replied, "Nope, I got nothing." But this time, I finally felt her. It wasn't a massive kick, just a little tapping. Though I can only imagine that the kicking that I feel will get stronger from here. I seriously wonder what she is doing in there? In my head, I always liken the womb to what I have seen on television. You know that stupid movie, 'Look Who's Talking'? Yeah, in my mind, the womb is a place with a soft light and a perfect venue for comedic interplay. Of course, my little girl sounds nothing like Bruce Willis, but I imagine her having a little voice that makes some pretty funny comments. I always envision Jocelyn grabbing that umbilical cord and, while tugging, demanding, "Hey, let's get a little apple juice down here!" But my favorite mental movie is of her seeing Lisa's bladder, grabbing it and giving it a good squeeze. Think how fun that must be? "Hey, this bag keeps filling up! Ima give it a good squeeze." Then when Lisa goes to pee, I imagine Jocelyn kinking the line like a hose so nothing comes out. Yep, that's the interplay that is going on in my brain.

Anyway, my little girl is on her way to being quite the swimmer...