So last night, as happens on most other nights, I went to bed early. I had probably been lightly asleep for about an hour or so when Jochen came to bed, waking me up. We had a chat about Ernie and how I was finding it very hard to find a comfortable position to lay in bed, without hearing my own heart beat, or feeling all sort of 'wrong'. Jochen decided to feel my belly, as he often does, finding it rather strange and hard, not like the squishy, wobbly mass that it used to be. Anyway he was just a little too firm, not that he meant to hurt, but it was very uncomfortable. Very, very uncomfortable.
I'm sure Ernie was not a happy camper and did not like being pushed around like that. It was after that, that I think for the first time, I felt Ernie move. It was very light. Fluttery. Bubbly. Faint. But I don't think I can put it down to anything else shall we say, internally related. I think Ernie was probably rudely awoken and decided he best show his displeasure. The feeling went on for quite a while afterwards that I was aware of.
I think it was probably Ernie, but what if I just want to feel Ernie move so much that I'm feeling normal, unrelated actions of my body and getting them confused. Time will tell I suppose. Needless to say I won't be suggesting Jochen push my baby belly like that again to retest Ernie's reaction.
What started out as another blog about pregnancy after infertility, became a story about the joys, worries, wonder and laughter created by our beautiful daughter Isabella and precious son Lucas.
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