Last night Jarrett and I had one of the most hillarious things ever happen to us. This blog probably won't do it justice. . . it's kind of one of those "guess you had to be there" stories, but I have to share.
So, the baby has been moving for a while now, but it hasn't been strong enough to feel. Last night I thought we should give it a try. I told Jarrett to put his hand on my belly for a while--he was going to have to have patience which is sometimes difficult for him, bless his heart. Not being a nurse his palpation skills seemed a little lacking to me. I told him to press harder. As soon as Jarrett applied pressure Baby B kicked so hard that even I jumped! It was kung foo force! I guess Eli's been sending him/her messages. . .he looks at the belly funny sometimes. I think he's already teaching our babe tricks. It was awesome. It's such a blessing to finally be able to share the action with Jarrett.