Pregnancy: Week 17

Well, well. This has been an exciting week!

I FELT THE FIRST TINY MOVEMENTS!!

I was in the car with my mom and dad when I felt what I would describe as a 'blump.' It was kind of like a bubble, kind of like a thump, kind of like a goldfish swimming around in there. When I first felt it I thought, "Hmm. That was weird." Then I felt it again and it hit me... I felt my baby move! It was definitely a different feeling than any I've had before. According to my grandmother, the baby will be born 4.5 months after you feel it move for the first time. If that is the case Baby Ashworth will make his/her appearance in mid-April. Our official due date is May 5. A few days after the initial feeling I noticed the goldfish feeling once again one morning when I was laying bed after waking up. The feeling takes place just below my belly button, which leads me to another subject...

Never have I EVER seen the end of my belly button. I know, I know. People seem to find this strange. I guess most people can see theirs, but mine is like a tiny cavern, a black hole, a portal to Narnia. When I was little I would use q-tips to try to open it to see the end. Nothing. There was no end. UNTIL NOW. I was standing in front of the mirror after showering one day when BAM. There it was. I was merely standing there and I could see the elusive ending. It does exist

I've been spending time in Tennessee lately due to Ben's survival course (post to come soon) and I was helping my mom put up the Bunt family Christmas tree a few nights ago. The thought settled in that next Christmas (and all that follow) is going to be so different for Ben and I. I only hope that I can provide our child with wonderful Christmas experiences like I've always had growing up. I was very fortunate to always have nice gifts under the tree, but even more importantly my family has always made the holidays about togetherness and love which has created the best memories throughout my lifetime.

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  1. renee' buntDecember 6, 2012 at 2:18 PM

    I will never forget the sound of those six little words "I just felt the baby move" coming out of your mouth. I am so very happy that you got to share that moment with me and your Dad, especially scene Ben was not able to be with you. I am also thankful that you look back at your childhood with fond memories. A parent loves to hear that the things they done with and for their children made an impact on their life. I like to believe those things helped to make you the person you are today. And that is why I know that you and Ben are going to be amazing parents to your very own little baby chick-a-dee.

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