John and I had just finished Christmas Eve celebrations with the Jameson/Arrison clan and arrived at my parents’ house, crawling into bed around midnight. As we were praying before sleep, I felt the baby kick. For the first time, I was sure this was the baby and not my digestive system. I told John and put his hand on my belly. A few seconds later, I felt another kick and heard John’s sharp intake of breath as his mouth fell open. Several minutes after midnight on Christmas, we both got to feel stirrings of new life. A Christmas blessing indeed. And probably the last time I’ll ever be happy that I got kicked on Christmas.
The best Christmas present
Posted on December 30th, 2009 by lucy.
That’s the best feeling ever, isn’t it?
What a wonderful physical affirmation of the miracle taking place inside your womb! We’re continuing to pray for the little duckling!