My Little Alarm Clock

16 weeks in, and I must admit if you were outside in the world now, I wouldn't blame you if you thought me quite the lazy mommy, Baby. I fall into bed early and still struggle in the morning to unglue my eyelids and throw off the covers to get ready for the day ahead.

But today was different. Today, I lay in bed still drowsy as your daddy moved around the room, washing up and already looking peppy as he emerged from sticking his head underneath the shower spout to wash his hair.

Five more minutes, I thought to myself. Just a few minutes more. I shifted and closed my eyes again. In thirty seconds, they flew open wide. What was that? There it was again -- a funny little fluttering in my lower abdomen that was unlike any gastric-related movement I'd ever felt. I called your daddy, who was now getting dressed, and he came to my side half business-casual, half pajama-clad to hear me say, "I think I felt Baby move!"

We sat there together for a minute, me telling him how you felt like "bubbles" or "butterflies" or "a tiny bird flying around" in there. I'm not sure what you were doing -- dancing? exercising? testing out your tiny limbs? but I am so glad you're there!