Everytime she kicks..

Here's something many of my close friends may not know about me. I have wanted to have a baby for a long time. I don't know why, but I was like a mother without a child. But we wanted to enjoy each other before our life would revolve around another being. And we did. We've travelled and have experienced so much in just 2 years of our marriage.

And finally my dream came true. I have another life growing inside of me. The beginning of my pregnancy was the most strenuous period of maybe, my life. I had morning sickness and I had the worst kind of it - The kind that made me puke first thing I woke up in the morning, and then after I had my mik, then after breakfast and then after my mid-morning snack... you know where this is going. And I'm still not entirely free from it, judging by the fact that my baby kicked the idli that I had for breakfast. (She's more a boiled egg and sandwich kinda gal, you see) Nevertheless, my nausea improved well enough that I could start enjoying my pregnancy.

The first time I felt her kick was while I was sitting at work. And I just knew. I knew that was my little baby's first pronounced movement. And I felt it at 14 weeks! I was so proud! If you want me to describe it I can, but it's not as good as the real thing. It was like she was poking me from inside and saying "Hi mommy". Ever since then the best part of my day has been whenever she kicks. And then for a moment I smile to myself and think "That was my baby" and she's inside of me and moving around and I'm going to do everything I can to give her the best life possible!