Best Day By Far

I've noticed this blog has slowly started to turn towards all things baby, but that's the focus of my life right now. With all the ups and downs this pregnancy has brought about for me, I would do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant being able to experience Thursday night again.

From the outside looking in, it wouldn't have appeared to be an amazing moment to anyone else. If someone would have peeped in our window that night, they would have seen a woman lying on the bed, with her husband propped up next to her, her bare belly exposed and a smile on each person's face. But for me...it was absolute bliss.

Mike and I had been laying in bed reading when Baby started up her nightly kicking routine. It had been a few weeks since I encouraged Mike to try and feel the kicks, so I grabbed his hand and placed it on my lower belly. With the first powerful kick, Mike's eyes just about popped out of his head. He let out a giggle and a "Ho-ly!!". The subsequent kicks were just as powerful and Mike laughed with each one. He couldn't believe how strong the kicks were compared to the last time he felt (6 weeks ago). Mike finally propped himself up to stare at my belly to try and see if he could see my belly move when Baby kicked, but there was no such luck.

But in that moment of Mike leaning over my belly with a huge grin on his face...I started to get teary-eyed. And I realized I would do it all over again...the nausea, the depression, the heel spurs, the hip bursitis, the symphisis pubis disorder, the gallstones, the sore back, the uncomfortable sleepless nights...I'd suffer through it all for another moment like that.

And it makes me look even more forward to that moment when Mike gets to say hello, face-to-face, to his third child and his first daughter.