Wow, this past few days the little fellow has been making his presence very much felt. I have felt movement - and even some muffled kicks - for a few weeks, but usually I have to be focusing to feel much of anything. But now that's changing, because as I go about my day, not thinking about the little Poppet too much I get a quick, sharp reminder that he is very much there.
Yesterday, during a meeting (about the tenth of the day), I was sat there with 12 other faculty discussing many pressing issues(!) and all of a sudden Poppet started to move and move and move. And in this very public forum of this large meeting, I thought how wonderful it was that I was having this very, very private moment with my little son (yikes, that's the first time I've really used the word 'son'.. makes me want to call him 'Sunny', or something).
Then, this morning, around 3am, I woke up for my twentieth run to the loo that night, and when I got to bed he was once again kicking, kicking, kicking! these weren't little flutter kicks that one can mistake for gas, these were little thumps that made it all but impossible to get back to sleep.
It is very, very surreal when I step back and reflect on what's going on, to think that there's a little person forming in there. Indeed a little person who has formed - but is just working on getting bigger.
This time is beginning to go really fast. And we don't have a single thing!