I like to move it, move it!

 

I was taking a break from painting Camden's nursery. Went to lay down on the bed, was really hungry and tired. Thought what I was feeling were hunger pains while I was painting. But, when I was laying down I could feel that it was him moving. It was a totally different feeling than I've ever felt so that's how I knew. Laying in silence and not moving really helped to distinguish the feeling I felt. I was so excited because everyone kept asking me if I'd felt him move yet and it was no fun saying "no not yet". I wish I could describe the feeling but it's nearly impossible. My sister explained it as when you're in the water and something brushes past you, little flutters. He's not kicking yet, just moving and flipping around.