Halloween is my favorite holiday. I love everything about it. I absolutely love being scared. I think I saw all the 'Nightmare on Elm street' movies when I was eight. I can remember my mom and me making scary noises late at night, while watching 'Tales from the Crypt'. I used to sneak into my parents room late at night and grab their ankles. (for the record they did the same to me:)) One of my Life long dreams is to see a real ghost! Although I'm sure I'll pee my pants! Poor Chris puts up with scary movies and listening at night to hear the ghost creeping down the hall.
Every year my family has a Halloween party and we make all kinds of disgusting food to eat... eyeballs, cat litter cake, mice, and the list goes on and on. It is awesome!
With all that yummy food you would think that this outstanding holiday could not get any better, right? Well it did get better. Halloween was the first night that Chris and I felt the baby kick. I felt a little movement in my stomach and so I put my hand on it and she kicked so hard. Chris put his hand on my stomach and she gave him a great big kick. It was amazing! She has not stopped kicking since. Every ultrasound we get the Dr. tells us that our baby moves so so so much.I think she is coming out running!
So the bump in the night was not the ghost that I've been waiting to see, but something much, much better, a cute little baby face that we have been waiting for, for so long!
