Hallelujah! As I sit here typing, little Noah Benjamin or Emma Katherine (yes, those are our actual name possibilities) is merrily punching/kicking away. Like I said before, I have felt little possible kicks, but nothing definite. That is, until church. My little munchkin got carried away by Mark Carey's sermon on the glory of God and started moving around lots and lots. I have to admit that I was slightly distracted from God's glory while reveling in the tiny movements. And then last night I was watching FOX's bizarre new show "Fringe" and apparently Noah/Emma thought I needed a demonstration of what he/she thought about the show because he/she started doing jumping jacks. Love it!