My Pregnancy Is...

Waking up with a startle in the dark hours of what could only presumably be morning. I make my way to the bathroom, thinking that might be it. Shuffle slowly to the kitchen with my glass in hand, wondering if thirst were the culprit. But no, not quite. So then I lay back down, and there she is, kicking every half a minute or so with what feels like all her might. Ah, that's what it was. I quietly thank her for getting me up to use the restroom and hydrate myself and for making a 4:30am wake-up entirely worth it. Without thinking, I reach for his hand in the dark and place it ever so gently on my bare belly and within a half minute, he too, is awake and chuckling to himself with every movement. Our sleepwalker, our ballerina, our soccer player - whatever she will be - she is almost always letting us know she is there.