Arm wrestling

OK, I'll stop blogging today, but I just HAVE to share what happened with Dylan last night. I was lying in bed, moping and missing Al with my arm slung round my bump. I could feel a rather large lump. When the lump started to move, I realised I could feel a perfectly formed arm. I've felt protrusions before, but this was like feeling a tiny doll through my belly! I could feel his arm, wrist and elbow! The more I felt, the more he started to respond and we had a little arm wrestle!

It was so amazing. I feel Dylan all the time, but he's just something that is weight and movement, or something that occasionally displaces bits of my belly in a funny way. This is the first time I've got a real sense of his physicality, that there is something actually baby shaped in there (bang goes my John-Hurt-Alien theory!) I could imaging what his arm looked like and everything. I felt so privileged, like a glimpse of the boy he's to become.

I can't wait to meet you my baby boy, and feel your arm without the layer of Helen-fat!