This morning
when I woke up, I think the baby had the hiccups. There were little pulsing bubble movements spaced evenly
apart and in rhythm for a couple minutes before I got out of bed. I guess it’s hard to tell or know
what’s going on inside my belly but I’m guessing the baby had hiccups based on
the pattern and feel of the movement.
It was the same feeling consistently every couple of seconds. It stopped after a couple minutes.
Joe always makes
it a habit to tell me how pretty I am and how good I look. He’s very sweet and supportive. This morning he mentioned how I’m
definitely bigger. He didn’t mean
it as in insult but I joked about it and gave him a hard time asking him if he
was saying that I was fat. It was
funny because for a split second before he realized I was joking he seemed
worried he’d offended me. Whenever
I mention that I think I’m fat, he always says, “You’re not fat, you’re
pregnant.” He says that he thinks
I look exactly the same, I just have a belly and if not for my belly you
wouldn’t be able to tell I’m pregnant.
I don’t really believe that but it’s sweet to know how he sees me.
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