A sudden tap on the palm of my right hand. My eyes darted to the convex surface that is my new midsection. Was that what I thought it was?
JOE! JOE, COME HERE!
He dashed into the room with panicked curiosity.
PUT YOUR HAND RIGHT HERE!
Before he could interpret my demands I jerked his left hand toward me and pressed it firmly on my lower stomach.
DID YOU FEEL THAT?
No, I don't think so.
COME ON, JOE!
WHAT ABOUT THAT TIME?!
No response from Joe because it was simply unnecessary. I could see it in his face.
We felt it again. A HUGE smile stretched across Joe's face so far that it leaped onto mine. We just smiled at one another for the longest time.
Babe's telling you they're ready to go to bed. You need to hit the hay.
I laughed. And cried, as most pregnant women do. I was thinking Babe was telling their dad what a great job he had done on the nursery. Either way it was sort of like our first family conversation. And it was a good one.
|With all that thumping, Babe might just be a soccer player like their Dad & Dida.|