Guest Blogger Alysa: The first time my husband felt my daughter kick, he freaked out.
The first time I felt my daughter kick, I was on a business trip and resting on the bed. I didn't tell my husband then because I wanted to surprise him when I got home. He thought it was cool. I loved feeling my baby kick. I had my hand on my stomach all day, just waiting for movement. As the days went by, the kicks got stronger and more frequent. When she kicked at home, I would always tell my husband to feel it. Most of the time, I had to grab his hand and hold it there. If it took more than a minute, he took his hand back. He just wasn't as constantly excited as I was. Kind of the "you feel one kick, you've felt them all" mentality.
In my final weeks, it got to the point where I could look in a mirror and see body parts jutting from my middle. Sleeping was not fun. This one particular night, she was extremely active. Not your run-of-the-mill active. This was a baby who kicked the amnio needle out of my stomach -- three times! Imagine how uncomfortable I felt. Feet and elbows were protruding from my sides, kicking every organ to God knows where. I was grunting. I was panting. My husband thought I was being dramatic. To prove my point, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my side. Within seconds, the kicking started and -- wait for it -- his eyes bugged out and he actually yanked his hand back. I could honestly say he recoiled in horror! His exact words: "What IS that? It feels like an alien!" To which I replied, "That alien is our child."