Besides having good news with Gramma Ruth, it was kind of an odd day. I realized that I have changed my mindshift from "If these squirts come..." to "When these squirts come...." Being so panicked with our prior losses, it has really taken me this long to fully embrace this pregnancy. Yeah, I talked about it, wished for it, dreamed about it but I don't know that I fully let myself attach to it. Now, I have. It was also odd that Mark and I were in the car talking about something silly and he said "Oh yeah, when the baby needs a time out, we will say 'Xander, get in that console.'" (Long story about the console) That is the first time that he has called one of the squirts by their potential names. I think he is also shifting his mindset. Oddly frightening and exciting at the same time. Frightening because there is going to come a day when I am going to have to pop these squirts out, feed them, clothe them, change their diapers, and raise them (might need to divert funds from your college fund to a therapy fund when we are done with you squirts!). Exciting because this is really happening.
I know it isn't probably scientifically possible but I could swear that I felt the squirts move today. I know pretty much where they are sitting because of the fetal heart rate monitor. Out of nowhere, I felt a big flutter. (Warning: TMI to follow) I waited for the gas to follow because that is kind of what it typically feels like. However, there was no gas. Then, a little bit to the right where the other squirt is, I felt another flutter with no gas. It happened about 2 more times through the course of the day. I suppose there is a scientific explanation but I will go to bed with a smile on my face that they were just saying hi to me!
