A Scare

This morning was a little dramatic. I woke up and laid in bed for a while thinking that I hadn't felt the baby move in a while (my guess is last night sometime after dinner). I got up and pushed around at my stomach trying to get the baby to respond with no luck. This was unusual. Although the baby hasn't been having strong movements lately, I can usually feel something. When I got out of the shower I drank a glass of ice water thinking that would make something happen. Still nothing. By this point I had been in tears a couple of times. I kept trying not to think the worst but couldn't help it. How could we come all this way and what if the baby wasn't alive anymore? I decided to call Brett first. We have an appointment this afternoon so his first thought was to figure it out then... until he realized how freaked out I was. Then he said to call the doctor and pray. I called my doctor's office and left a message. Brett looked some stuff up online and told me to drink some juice. About 10 minutes later I felt the little one with hiccups. Thank God!