Last night I was laying in bed with my hand on my belly... I knew I felt my hand move from one of Connor's kicks so I called Jennings and put his hand in the same place.
Jennings finally felt him kick. It was the most amazing thing, the look on his face was priceless.
Then Connor spent the rest of the night kicking around and having a good ol' time at Mom's expense. It's okay though, I guess I'll forgive him, after all he's still the sweetest little boy I've ever grown! ;0)
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