Until we find out if this kid is a boy or girl! Many of you say girl, but only time will tell. Besides, let's be honest, we all have a fifty-fifty chance of being right (or wrong). When my mom was pregnant with me she went to a fortune teller who told her she was having a boy. Um, obviously not. So my mom, being the funny kooky lovely woman she was, found the lady's phone number and left her a message saying she was wrong, not to be mean, but just because she figured no one probably ever told her!
While we still don't know the gender, one thing we know for sure is that this baby is strong! Last night we BOTH felt the kicks, which I call "floops," even though the midwife said Steven wouldn't be able to feel it for another month. At first he didn't believe me, blaming my stomach burblings on my ridiculously frequent cravings for rice and beans, but when I kept saying floop! he finally asked where. I pointed and he got real close and we waited... and then, bam, a pretty decent kick (or elbow, or fist, who's to say?) and we both stared at each other in awe. Then it happened again, and again, until the baby tired itself out, or maybe got bored with teasing us. Can't wait until it happens again.
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