So I was getting out of bed this morning, climbing down my lader (loft beds are amazing but I won't be able to use it eventually ) And I had to stop when I got to the bottom of the ladder.
I felt this funny little swishing motion in my abdomen.
Like there was a little fish wriggling around for a split second.
I literally froze to see if I could feel it again.
But that little swish is all I got.
I giggled and was like "Good morning, Squish."
My dad just happened to be walking by the hallway when I said that.
He got this goofy smile on his face like his grandchild moving was the most amazing thing ever.
Which it pretty much is.
I really can't wait till February 10th.
That's the day I have my appointment for the ultrasound so I can see a picture of Squish.
And hopefully find out if Squish is a girl or a boy.
I can't wait.
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