Talk to the hand...

Yesterday was an eventful day centered around the baby. I felt the baby move for the first time! It was the coolest sensation. I wore a skirt that was a little tight around the waist (I'm trying to get into all my fun summer clothes one last time). There was a 'nerve' that kept twitching in my abdomen and it was about after 15 minutes that I stopped and realized that this was different. It did feel like the flutter that everyone explains but it also felt similar to when my eye involuntarily twitches. It was amazing!


We also had our first Hypnobabies class. (On the drive over, Kirk kept singing the Notorious B.I.G. song, Hypnotize. I was laughing so hard.) It went really well but there was a section of the class I agreed with but I may have a hard time with. We're not supposed to listed to any negative birth stories. If, and when, these stories come up I'm supposed to raise my hand (as shown above) and say, "I'm going to stop you right now and change the subject. I'm planning on having a wonderful, natural and empowering birth. Let's talk about something else." Harsh, huh? I'll probably take the easy way out and blame not being able to listen to horror birth stories b/c, "This class I'm taking... it doesn't let me talk about negative birth stories. Weird, huh? Sorry..." It's nice to have a scapegoat that I can blame why I can't listen to another traumatic birth story. So now you know... no scary baby stories!