After many conversations (read verbal smiting) and an email from my father-in-law* I am rescinding my previous post about feeling the baby kick. The very day I posted the last entry G had plans to make sure I felt the baby moving. She drank a carbonated beverage and ensured I would feel something. At first I tried to pass it off as gas, but then it was stronger and I could do nothing, but agree it was not a hoax.
Now on to how I, as a father to be, feel about my first interaction. It helps to solidify what is happening and is truly awesome and frighting at the same time. The miracle of creating life is the best part, but add on the fact that we will be responsible for another human being who is helpless minus a cry and being prepared takes on a whole new meaning. So many things; so little time…
*Among other things he stated the following: “If you are delving into the area of research and conclusions dealing with pregnant women you are on a very slippery slope.”
