We’ve been away for the weekend for a friend’s 50th birthday party, and lying in bed this morning in the hotel I felt the first proper movement from the baby! And Mr M felt it too. I’ve thought I’ve felt something before, maybe fluttering, but this was definitely a movement. And a few as well. An incredible feeling. It’s just made me so grateful that I get the opportunity to have these feelings and carry our child and experience everything that goes along with pregnancy, and it reaffirms that we definitely made the right decision to go down the egg donation route. It also makes me wonder at the miracles of science that can take a woman who can’t produce her own eggs and enable her to be pregnant and carry her baby, and the generosity of all those women out there that donate their eggs.