Three pregnancies later and I’m not at all blasé; it’s still the most incredible moment.
The first real kick.
Routinely followed by 10 minutes of incomprehension, whilst trying to picture another being living inside your tummy, a tear, a giggle, a shout to other half, a patient hand placed upon the belly, an awkward moment, a disheartened retreat, another kick, another squeal, another patient hand…
Never gets boring.
For me anyway.