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I have to share my latest experience with you all. It was, I expect,  the first of a lifetime of worries and fears regarding our, as of yet, unborn child. Okay, so it really wasn’t that big of a worry, but to me—a neurotic, first-time mother—it was a stressful event.

So here’s the story: early last week I had the wonderful experience of seeing the baby move—not actually feeling it move yet—but if I would lie down and watch, I could see my belly move. Watching it jump slightly from a kick or punch was the most wonderful experience to witness. It was the first time I actually knew for certain that a baby was growing inside my ever-expanding belly. It was kind of freaky, but totally awesome at the same time.

I had so much fun watching the jumps and bumps of my belly that I began talking to the baby while I could see it thrashing around. Some nights I would even play my favorite Elton John song, "Blessed", and sing along. It seemed to me, from the movements the baby made, that my child either loved or hated this musical experience. I thought maybe the baby was saying, “Mommy, don’t sing!” (Could have been payback for the time I actually did that to my mother when she was singing me a lullaby.)

Anyway, I had been having lots of fun watching this amazing show each day. It made me so happy and the movements were really quite obvious. It’s not like I was seeing what I wanted to see; it was obvious that something inside there was making my belly dance. Then all of a sudden it stopped happening. The first day I didn’t see any movement, of course, I was a little worried, but I figured perhaps the baby was tired and just not up for the show that day. But it continued for several days in a row, no movement. Now, I have been doing all my reading, probably too much reading, but I know that if there is a significant change in the baby’s activity it can be serious and needs to be checked out.