Kick Kick Kick

Every time I lay down with J for the night I remember a story I keep wanting to write about on the blog.  When we were in Calgary visiting J and I were staying at his parents house, this is when I was under a lot of stress and not feeling very well.  But one night before bed J and I were horsing around and J kept tickling me as I was trying to go to sleep.  We were having a lot of fun and I told J to listen to my tummy to see if he could hear baby.  Mr hubbins put his ear against my tummy and all of a sudden we both felt a thump thump thump... being overly tired I chalked it up to J's heartbeat... but when I was thinking about it I realized that J doesn't have a heartbeat in his cheek! Ha ha!  It was little miss kicking J.  So the first time J got to feel baby was by being kicked in the face; the love of a child <3 ha ha