Magical

On Wednesday nights I teach a Trig class at a local college. It's a night class so I usually don't get home until about 10pm and so my little girl is usually asleep and her momma is pretty tired. This week I got home at the usual time and like usual, my little girl was asleep. I went in gave her a kiss and prayed over her before hanging out with momma. Bethany has been feeling #2 moving around for the past few weeks in her tummy, but much to my disappointment I have not got the chance yet. I didn't feel Kennedy move until the 2nd week of November (and considering that their due dates are 1 day apart, I assume they are on a similar schedule) so I figured it was at least another month until I would feel the little guy/gal moving around. But, as she always does Bethany lets me know when they are particularly active. As usual, I ran over and put my hand on her tummy very carefully (Kennedy was shy in there and always stopped moving if someone touched her). After a few minutes of nothing I was bummed out again, but figured there are worse places to be then having your hand on your wife's pregnant belly, so I hung out for a while. And that's when it happened...bump. bump. bump. 3 little bumps under my hand, my first physical contact with my child. It's crazy to think that there is a little person inside of Bethany. I think sometimes as a dad it's hard to connect with the baby. I know he/she is coming and I pray for it and get anxious for their arrival. But it's hard sometimes. Watching your wife's belly grow, watching her be uncomfortable all the time, eating weird things, buying new clothes for her and the baby. I love being a part of the pregnancy, but it's tough sometimes not being able to connect with the child, especially so early in the pregnancy. But those 3 little bumps Wednesday night...magical.