So the other night my confirmations were made manifest! I actually saw the baby kick my tummy! I was lying in bed before I was going to sleep and I felt this really hard lump in the general area of the baby. I pushed it a little and it kicked back. I stopped and thought about it for a second. I realized that yes there is something in there and it is kicking me back! To further my curiosity I poked it a little and again it kicked in anger, " hey stop poking me!" I had gone to the movies that day and had a large root beer. This is my first one in a very long time, and I didn't think it would effect my baby. Boy was I wrong! after a little poking and watching it kick, I called Daniel in to feel and see it. He was a little weirded out by this. I wouldn't blame him, I was still in shock my self. So after this little episode the soda kicked in and he started bouncing of the walls of my insides. I cannot accurately describe what a baby's kick feels like. To me it feels like a bowl full of water and a blind goldfish doesn't know where it is going. Today I had class and kind of slumped over to take notes. a little time passes and I feel this kicking against my bladder. This was not as enjoyable as the encounter the night before. It hurt! He was again reminding me that there isn't enough room in there and that I should be considerate and stretch out. I think the shock of me being able to feel it move inside has passed, but now I am intrigued because my baby already has a personality. I am most excited to figure out what that is and compare it with the baby that will pop outside of me in the future. It is like Christmas, but I get little hints a long the way. I was always really good at guessing my presents...