Ilse is a kicker. She kicks me mostly in the morning and late evening, and you know what?
It is the most amazing thing. Had anyone told me what it was like, I wouldn't have believed them prior to experiencing it myself.
The other day when we got Ilse's bedding (a post on that later) I, of course, couldn't wait to show it to mom. So I headed to Stacy Furniture, where she was at the time, and I waited for 45 minutes or so until she was done. I was sitting there in a rocker while she concluded her business, and Ilse woke up and began kicking. I noticed I had the silliest smile on my face as I sat there feeling her kick. No one else knew; it's like it is my own personal secret. She is kicking ME, her mom.
I can't wait until Tim can feel it. He hasn't gotten to, yet. The lady I got the bedding from told me that her husband just felt their baby move, and she is due two months earlier than I am. That will be a very special day. Then it will be our secret. Still mostly mine, but I'll share it. :)