Bridget is now 22 weeks and within the last few days she says she has felt, what she thinks are little movements but I've still not felt a thing. The book we are reading says I should have been able to feel something by now and I'm starting to get impatient. So here we are, it's 8pm on Friday night and Bridget is laying down on the sofa as I crouch beside her, both hands rubbing slow, gentle circles on the taunt skin of her stomach, I put my lips mere inches away from her bellybutton.

"Hey baby, it's your mummy here, I can't wait to meet you. I know you must be all cosy in there but it would be so cool if you could say hi to me and your other mummy." I wait eagerly to see if my voice might get the baby to react.

"Franky, I know it's frustrating, I feel the same, but I'm sure when Peanut is ready he or she will let us know." I pout at my wife; I know she is right but I've been waiting for this for weeks now!

"Yeah Gidge, still though, what if Peanut just doesn't like me or my voice or something?" The look Bridget is giving me is enough to make me realise she isn't even going to waste her breath answering me.

"Come on Peanut, please baby let me know you're okay in there." I coo at Bridget's belly as I now have my lips pressed to a spot right underneath her bellybutton.

"Holy shit!" I jump back, almost landing on the coffee table.

"Gidge! Was that?"

"Yes darling it was, now quick, get back over here before Peanut gets stubborn again." I quickly scramble to my knees and kneel back down in front of Bridget and place my right hand on the exposed belly while using my left to stroke through Bridget's hair.

"Peanut has found their arms and legs for sure!" I say with a beaming smile and lean down to Bridget's lips and kiss them with a passion. That's when I feel a particularly hard 'thump' against my palm.

"Looks like someone wants your full attention babe." Bridget says smiling against my lips, I remove my mouth from hers and trail it down her neck, then the valley between her breasts until I finally reach the bump. I place kisses all over where our baby is growing, feeling the occasional ripple against my lips.

"Okay, Gidge this was worth the wait! How amazing is this? I can't believe it's finally happening!"

"No, what I can't believe is you have been waiting for this moment for almost a month and as soon as you feel something moving in there you jump back and fall on your arse as if a scene from Alien is about to take place." Bridget can't stop laughing now, and okay I admit it wasn't one of my finest moments.

"I was just surprised that after weeks of poking and prodding your belly, Peanut finally gave in to us and reacted!"

"God, this is just the start, it's all cute for you but when Peanut gets stronger, these kicks and punches are going to majorly hurt. I've heard the horror stories of ribs and bladders and even lungs being kicked, it's crazy Franky! I guess it'll all be worth it in the end though." Bridget says with a slight smile and then lays her left hand down next to my right, which is still pressed against her belly.

"You bet it will baby, Peanut just needs to cook in there for a little bit longer first though."

We don't go to bed until very late, we're content on just feeling the movements coming from our newly mobile baby.