Kicks!

Dear baby,
All of the books I've been reading me have been telling me I should be feeling little baby kicks by week twenty. Only a baby with Cody Hough for a daddy would be perfectly organized even in utero. On the very morning you turned twenty weeks, you decided to give me a little nudge. At first I thought it might have been just bubbles, so I pressed my hand on the area I had been feeling you nudge. That must have made you happy (or squished and annoyed) because you gave me a real good kick right on the palm of my hand. It was so amazing. I felt like it was your way of saying "Hi mom! Here I am!" Ever since then, you have been letting me know you're in there a lot. You're always wiggling around and kicking. Especially in the morning or at night before I go to sleep. I love it so much. When your daddy is gone it's easy for me to distract myself from missing him during the day, but when I fall asleep alone at night and wake up to no one in the morning I can't help but feel a little lonely. Now that I have you summersaulting in my tummy in the morning and evening, I'm reminded that I'm not alone at all. I've got my little buddy right with me all the time, napping or wiggling or listening to me talk or sing in the car. So thanks for letting me know.