Oh what a feeling! Cosmo Boy has been anxiously waiting for that moment when he can feel Cosmo Baby kick him. Heâ€™s convinced that the kid hates him and goes into hiding whenever he puts his hand on my tummy. Itâ€™s gotten to the point where Iâ€™ll say the baby is kicking and heâ€™ll be like yeah whatever. Last night we had pulled our futon couch down into a bed (everybody should have a futon in their living room), and laid side by side to relax and watch Amazing Race (Iâ€™m still in shock that Meredith and Gretchen made it to the final 4! But alas their luck has run outâ€¦). Anyways, I noticed that Cosmo Baby was becoming a little more active, so I silently put Cosmo Boyâ€™s hand on my side (â€˜cause Cosmo Baby seems to be lying east west across me). Anyways, that kid mustâ€™ve been dancing on the ceiling or practicing their hockey skills (high sticking?) â€˜cause not only could Cosmo Boy feel it for a Â½ an hour straight, but he could actually see my skin protrude! Feeling the kicks has certainly helped Cosmo Boy to feel connected, and hopefully heâ€™ll be able to hear the heartbeat tomorrow at our OB appt. Yay baby! Thank you for showing daddy that mommy isnâ€™t just super bloated. Itâ€™s NOT a tumah!