Previously this year, the first of January to be exact we suffered a miscarriage. Drawn close to my husband during the seven days after of healing we finally had the chance to gently be intimate. Needless to say we became blessed and pregnant again expecting in October. Lately I have hit 13wks now and being cautious still to not try and be so excited just in case I almost felt like nothing was going on inside anymore. Well these little ones answer in mysterious ways. The day I think this worrying to myself I throw up my lunch and Sunday my husband and I were lucky enough to feel the strong kicks of this warrior child just under my last left rib. I truly am grateful for this fighter inside reassuring me he/she is still there listening to me.