I can't really remember any exact date that I began to feel the little man moving. I seriously am not a 100% sure even now if it's me being gassy (pregnancy is elegance to the extreme) or what's him having a dance party. Either way, I like to think that it's all him.
However, I do know the day that Brad felt him the first time. It was the 22nd of December, the day after Brad's birthday, a Saturday. Brad and I were getting ready for bed and were in the bathroom just talking when Brad felt my stomach. And, WHA-BAM. Brad felt him kick! It was epic.
Now the baby (or my gas, either way) moves CONSTANTLY. He even karate kicked the heartbeat monitor at our last check-up.
Pretty sure he's going to be a ninja.
He also has kicked Brad when we've hugged multiple times, which is always funny. It won't be funny if he's still kicking his dad when his thirteen, but you know, it's mega-funny now! When you're in the womb all things fly, I suppose. No limits for you, kiddo.
Brad is now the king of finding this kid in my gut. Brad will find him, poke him, and then the baby will move and Brad will start the process over again. They're pretty much already BFFs. They will be B&Gs, like biscuits and gravy. And it will be magical. Or maybe they'll just kick the crap out of each other Power Ranger style, either way.
Love at home, right!