For awhile during the 2nd trimester, I couldn’t tell if the baby was kicking. “It could be just gas,” I told myself. Then that night of the first REAL kick, I fully understood my body was not my own.
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For awhile during the 2nd trimester, I couldn’t tell if the baby was kicking. “It could be just gas,” I told myself. Then that night of the first REAL kick, I fully understood my body was not my own.