It's the most awesome feeling!

Yesterday we had dental appts. That is 5 cleanings, myself included, and one errant baby tooth that would not come out had to be pulled. I have had a cold/allergy/sinus infection THING for over a week now. Going to the dentist was not high on my list of things I wanted to do. (number one was crawling back into bed till my cold/allergy thing goes away) It was a necessary "evil" for the day, and once done, at least wouldn't have to repeated for 6 months. (side note: We do dentist appts. in two groups. Hubby had taken the first group a few weeks before my group went)

Having my teeth cleaned is not my favorite thing. Is it for anyone? And, by this point in pregnancy, my gums bleed just by looking at them and thinking the word "floss". Never-the-less, I settled into the hygienist chair and settled in for an hour of torturecleaning.

Part way into the cleaning my little baby that is growing inside of me starts kicking. This is nothing new. I have been feeling this little person moving around since about 13 weeks (so about 5 weeks now). This is the earliest I have ever felt a baby start moving. Next earliest was my first daughter, who I felt moving at 14 weeks. But, I digress....

My little baby is bumping and kicking and stretching and I put my hand on my tummy where I feel him/her moving and, lo and behold, I feel the baby hit my hand! In all this time I have not been able to feel the baby from the outside. It is an incredible feeling. And, not only did I feel the baby hit my hand once, but like four or five times in a row! Bliss!

Contrary to what some people might think about a woman who has a lot of children, each child is special, precious and a miracle to me. Even the sweet nuances of pregnancy, like feeling the baby move for the first time, feel the baby kick from the outside for the first time, when the other children can feel the baby move from the outside for the first time, when the first hiccups are noticed, etc. are just as wonderful with my thirteenth child as it was with my first.

I do not know what the future holds for this little one and my funky placenta placement pregnancy, but yesterday God gave me a huge ray of sunshine into my dismal, sick with a cold, and having to be at the dentist anyway, day.

It was a good day.

God is good, all the time.