Sam woke me up this morning and after I took him to use the potty he wanted to lie in bed with me and Will. Gee, kid, you want all the hard stuff. I have to lie in bed and wake up slowly? Twist my arm, why don’tcha?
While he chattered softly in the crook of my arm, I felt something. I felt the baby moving. Two or three times. And just in case I tried to talk myself out of what I’d felt, I also felt my uterus doing its stretchy thing a few minutes later.
We’ll be at ten weeks on Tuesday. And the baby is doing backflips.
When Will woke up a few minutes later he rolled over and started to tell me something about the history of delicatessens in America (yes, really). I interrupted, “I’ve got a better story.”