* No, her name won’t REALLY be Pelé, Dad. It’s a joke.
I’ve been feeling the baby kick for about 2 weeks now, fairly consistently. My husband felt her for the first time over the weekend.
The first time I felt her kick, I *thought* I’d feel like this:
Instead, for a moment, I really thought it was this:
And when my husband felt her, he made the comment that it was more like this:
And now that she’s kicking more consistently, I’m starting to wonder if I’m going to develop calluses on the inside of my uterine wall. She just keeps on kicking, flipping, and doing her acrobatic thing, which I am thankful for. It’s putting all the sickness, mental fog, and clothes that don’t fit anymore into some sort of exciting context.
But for now, I will call her Pelé. I hope she loves soccer as much as I did, and is better at it than I was. It looks like she’s getting a head start on training.