little foot, little toes...

It is that time in the pregnancy where you get up at least twice a night to go pee because your bladder feels as though it is going to explode. Well, Sunday night was like any other night except when I got back into bed, snuggled into my spot with my new foam pillow I put my hand on my belly and started to drift back to sleep. However, the spot in which I had my hand popped up with this hard, stiff thing jabbing me in the side. After feeling my belly for a moment I discovered it was a foot because you could feel the beginning and then ends, softer where the toes would be. I was so speechless and excited that I just grabbed Tony's hand (keep in mind he is sound asleep) and put it right on the little foot. He was amazed at how hard it was, felt it a couple of times and then went back to bed. As for me, I was so excited I had a hard time sleeping. It was a great experience, one that I know I will treasure and put in little Avery's baby book.