The first time I felt my first baby move inside of me, I was sitting on a train headed home. Someone offered me a seat and I settled in, grateful to avoid worrying about my balance or aching back. Have you ever seen a fish twisting around on a hook? Imagine what that fish would feel like inside your belly. That's what my son felt like the first time I actually felt him. I'd read a lot about what a baby kicking actually feels like. There was a lot about bubbles and flutters and soccer players, but nothing about trout struggling to get away from a fisherman's hook. What can I say? My son's been an original from day one (and also in a fidgeting state of defiant struggle).
Pregnant women eagerly await feeling their baby kick the way sixth grade girls dream of getting their first period — with excitement, impatience, and the unwavering belief that the coming of this momentous occasion is going to bring with it a complete transformation of their life and soul. In both cases, it really can be everything they think it will be but, again in both cases, shortly thereafter it becomes mundane and even annoying (or painful). Having a female body is so awesome, you guys!
Look, I'm not trying to badmouth fetuses or anything, but fetuses are really inconsiderate tenants. It's not their fault. It's just that they've decided to set up a development in, like, the one unused parcel of real estate in the female body. The uterus looks spacious when you're a two celled organism just kinda nestling in there, but before you know it you're growing arms and legs and there's no where for them to go. Then they're constantly adjusting and kicking and trying to get comfortable and, in the process, annoying the neighbors (usually the bladder, but the intestines, lungs, and other organs are metaphorically banging on their ceiling with a broom).
But that first kick? No one can take that magic away from you. (And, let's be honest: even when they're annoying they can be nice, too.) Here's what 14 other moms had to say about it.