The Kick

This morning, I felt you kicking at Leah’s belly. Leah, who pined and pined that you weren’t doing anything, is already bored with you moving inside her. Well, not so much bored, as disturbed, because well, suddenly her body is doing things not caused by her, but rather this creature inside of her, or you.

For me, on the other hand, it was magical! Partially because since that damned ER episode where Dr. Carter’s baby was stillborn, that’s my biggest fear – that something awful will happen to you, and we won’t know. So you kicking, that’s good. You kicking, that means that you’re alive, and well, kicking, if you’ll excuse the cliché. And that’s so, so cool. Because I can’t wait to meet you. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms and look at you, and smell you and feel you against my skin. I can’t believe I’ve got to wait another four whole months for that to happen. I want that now!