Hiccoughs and Kicks

I have been able to feel The Diplomat squirming around for 6 weeks (and a few days). Yet even as I have become a little more accustomed to the squirming, kicking, and hiccoughing, it never ceases to delight me. On Monday night/early Tuesday morning, I spent 2 hours wide awake after being roused from my sleep by some rather vigorous baby movements. I spent those two hours just enjoying The Diplomat moving around and making my belly dance. I always wondered what it felt like to feel a baby kicking inside because honestly, I found it quite weird the few times I have felt cousins kicking by placing my hand on the stomachs of various aunts over the years. I have my answer; it feels miraculous, and indeed, it is.