Rolling Around

This past weekend Dave and I took a trip to visit some of my moms family in West Virginia. I did as the doctor and nurses instructed and stopped every hour and a half to get out and walk and of course go to the bathroom. Honestly I think Dave and my mom (who also went with us) were a little surprised that we didn't have to stop more often. And I have to say I was proud of myself. Knowing that my mom was going to be doing the driving I asked her to take the Berkley Springs route. Traveling route 9 was something I had not done since childhood. Little did I know what kind of effect the altitude change would have on the baby. As we started up one of the mountains they started to move little kicks here and there but the farther up we went the more intense the movements were. At one point they started to roll around. What a crazy bizarre feeling. Funny enough I think the fresh mountain air agreed with the baby because during the entire weekend they moved and moved and moved some more.
What a wonderful feeling.