When I was pregnant with my two younger girls, it was after I had a lost a baby. I was scared. I had troubles connecting the fact that the wonderful feelings of movement inside me were of an actual baby, instead it was like little promises of a baby still to come. But this time around, it is all more real. I am less scared. And every time this little guy kicks (which is hard and a lot) I can picture him in my head. I see my little boy in there moving and kicking and he is REAL to me. (even if by some strange turn of events HE turned into a SHE, it wouldn’t matter). I am holding my baby inside of me and when he kicks it is like he is talking to me. It is hard to explain but it truly is different. I am feeling my baby now instead of the promise of a baby to come in a few months.