Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve morning E and I were lying in bed when the baby started moving. E had tried to feel the movements before but without any luck. A couple of time he thought he felt something but wasn’t sure, this time he knew. He got a real hard kick and knew for sure he had felt the baby. I think it makes it seem more real to him that he can now feel the baby move.

That night we had my family over for Christmas Eve diner. I made a big ham that RB had given us along with all the fixins. After a yummy meal we all kicked back to watch March of the Penguins. I was sitting with Dad and during the movie the baby started moving again. This usually happens after I eat, I think the baby loves food as much as I do (and Dad too, it’s a Pasquis thing). Dad put his hand on my belly just as the baby gave a hard kick (well I guess they are kicks). It was so neat for Dad and E to both feel the baby on a special day.