|One of the few newborn photos not blurred by movement.|
However she definitely made her presence known. She rarely stopped moving. I always felt kicks, jabs, somersaults, acrobatics, ballet, etc. I loved it. I adored watching my abdomen move on its own, shifting one way, then the other. I thought it was neat the way a bulge would appear on one side and trace a path across my stomach.
So I remarked to my husband that the baby was always squiggling. I liked the word so much that I used it a few more times. One day he turned to me and said, "I think we have a nickname for "the baby." And so we did.