Not in the practical sense, but today, baby girl got the hiccups for the first time when I could *really* feel them. My whole belly was shaking. Such a cool experience!
And now I'm sitting here at my desk with the cheesiest smile on my face, thinking about how much pride I feel that my daughter knows how to hiccup already. I love literally every single thing she does, and I know it's only going to get more ridiculous when she's born. And now I get it. I get why parents have "brag books" and talk about their children whenever the opportunity arises. Even if no one else cares, I care, and that's all that matters.
Parental pride.... it's a beautiful thing.