I forgot that one of the most strange and magical parts of pregnancy is the thump, thumping from the little person who lives inside of you. My baby is a busy, busy boy (as were his brother and sister before him).
He gives me big kicks that make my belly jump and jiggle. Other times, he gives me more of a squiggly, rolling, stretching-my-leg-out kind of kick. Sometimes David or the kiddos can feel this thumping on my belly. But most of the time, the movement is more of an internal thing that only I can really feel.
I love this private communication that only I get to experience. And I remember now that strange lonely feeling after the baby is born and no one is giving you those "hey there, I'm, right here" kicks.
Note to self: enjoy this while you can because it will be over before you know it.