Birthday Kicks

My birthday is tomorrow and all I wanted for my birthday was to be able to feel the little baby kick.

As I laid in bed on Saturday night while Nathan read our pregnancy books aloud (thanks Sarah and Jamie!) I felt what was undeniably a little kick on my left side not too far from my hip.

There are no words for this sensation but I will do my best to share my reflections.

I've talked in the past about my difficulty to connect that I am growing a person who will show his/her beautiful face in February. The little kicks make it feel so much more real.
I know that women have babies every day and that pregnancy is possible for 90% of the population. But for me, this little kick put the entire world on hold. This little kick put everything into perspective for me. I have an incredible purpose right now, to care for the baby inside of me and to prepare, with Nathan, for February.

I think a lot about our infertility journey of 2.5 years. Our ability to understand with so much depth and so much knowledge and so much emotion, what conception is . . . what goes into it . . . the miracle of becoming pregnant. And this has not been lost in the pregnancy. For me, I feel that what was once our burden has become our gift. We are now able to carry all of that energy, all of that hard work and all of that connection into the growth of our baby.

Loving the little kicks.