Early this morning, in the wee hours, I sat and watched my stomach bounce as the boy used my insides as a punching bag. He is getting bigger, his movements more pronounced every day. I hope he forgives me for all the crying I’ve done lately. He’s getting stronger; I have to too.
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It’s so fun and weird when that happens. Definitely makes it feel real.