I felt E move at about 22 weeks–hideously late. And I felt her move on the outside before I could feel her inside. R was a totally different story; I felt her at 12 weeks and it seems like we could feel her outside around 18 or so. So I thought, oh, first baby, feel late, how normal.
Then I didn’t feel L until this week. Again, outside first. It was so late! (About 18 weeks, 20 by the earlier due date.) Which was a little worrisome, because I kept wondering if he was moving or not!
Finally I felt these little blips, those tiny pokings that make me feel like Kane on Alien. And a small sigh of relief: now I can know he’s all right. And a feeling of responsibility: now I have to pay attention to make sure he’s still all right, tomorrow, next week, next month. And now we’re connected: biding our time with the most rudimentary communication of bumps and punches until, Lord willing, they’re replaced by cries and gurgles and lullabies.
It’s so very odd to have a little human inside.