A Little Gas

Okay, this one really got me. And I am sure I will be telling this story for years to come, so I just had to share.

As anyone who has had children can probably attest to, as well as those lucky men to have them, gas (and not the kind for your vehicle) is part of the package. Shall I say I have always had my fair share of it, but being pregnant takes it to a whole different level. The other night my tummy was feeling a little grumbly. I tried Tums and rubbing it to see if that would help; but no. It was soon Dawson's "lights out" time. He spends 20 to 30 minutes reading before lights out, so when the time comes I always climb up into bed with him to give him his hugs and kisses. On this particular evening, I was leaning up towards him and my tummy must have brushed up against his arm. He shot up in bed saying "I felt the babies! I felt the babies!". He has this look of utter excitement on his face and he just gave me a big hug. I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was just gas. So, according to Dawson, he was the first one to feel the babies!