I’m fairly certain now, I’ve felt you kick me not once but twice, Baby Bean.
The most definite time was when I was lying in bed getting ready to finally roll myself out of bed. Dad was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He let out a loud hack and the lower part of my belly jumped. You weren’t keen on that.
The second time was while I was at work. I was sitting at my desk, Indian style (thank goodness for large desks). I was typing along when you tapped my lower right side a few times.
Are you trying to tell me something Bean?
I’ve been thinking a lot about reading to you, Bean. A doctor in the department I work for was kind enough to do a scan for me Tuesday night (01.22) and he showed me how developed your ears are. I suppose it’s time now to start reading to you. What would you like to hear first? I figure I’ll head to the bookstore and pick up a few books.
I also got my first bout of nausea for no apparent reason last night on the bus ride home. I had to take my time at the bank and grocery store to avoid getting sick inside the stores. I was afraid I was catching something. I went home and felt worse after dinner so I just went to bed. Your dad was so sweet. I woke up at 1am and he said I sounded better already. I guess I must have been really out of it.
Bean, I have a such a… Scratch that. Your dad has such a great story for you. It makes me cry thinking about it. I’ll share it with you in writing soon. You’ll have to wait just a bit longer but trust me you will not forget this one.