Alien!

As I lay in bed last night reading Wuthering Heights - after all, I need to finish up those long term substitute plans - Henry started kicking away.

Except it felt really STRONG.

So I put my hand over the spot he was kicking, and HE MOVED MY HAND from the outside! You couldn't see it just to look at my tummy, but when I had my hand there it was very clear that he was being felt from the outside. I called A in and had him place his hand where mine was . . .  and of course that stinker stopped moving!

It's still exciting, though, and I know A will get to feel his kicks soon!

He's my little alien in there!