I'm pretty sure I've felt him move in the course of the last two weeks on three separate occasions, but I wasn't positive, for sure, absolutely, guaranteed. As of today there is no doubt. Woke up at 6 am this morning and there were nine distinct kicks/punches/whatever in a fairly short time span. I was looking for consistent, repeated movements that could not possibly be gas, and let me tell you this was far from gas. I was pretty excited about it and happy that I was finally sure about movement. Relief! He's in there and kicking me! Yay! (For my record, today is 22 +5 weeks, so nearly 23).
Fast forward to this afternoon just after lunch. Sean is out working hard on repairing the patio door. On his knees filling in new cement casing around the door. I comment that he should try sitting in my yoga pose to do it and show him the pose, mainly because I was being silly, wearing a dress and it showed my underwear to him (yes, we are still juvenile sometimes). I was in that position for maybe a minute before I felt a BIG kick. I waited for my self-imposed rule of consistency and sure enough 6 repeats. I proudly announce that baby is moving!
I stood up to see if it would continue in a standing position, and because my gut isn't so little anymore - that yoga pose is not something comfortable to sit in for 5 minutes. No movement. I squat back down into the pose, and HOLY MOTHER OF COW MILK he hit me good and hard. I could feel it on the outside with my hand. I get Sean on that spot fast, and after 4 little kicks he lets out a good one that Sean can feel. Amazing! Now we have both felt a for-sure, absolutely, guaranteed baby kick. And it was awesome.