Buster is Such a Baby

Last night I distinctly felt Buster move in my belly when I settled in bed. !! So odd and wonderful.

I told E, who immediately jumped up, put his hand on my stomach and asked, hopefully, "Can I feel it, too?" Then he tilted his head like he was trying to hear our baby swimming laps through the womb water.

"No, Buster's too small still," I let him down gently.

He thought for a second. Then, as he flopped onto his other side with his back facing me, he declared, "You never share Buster with me."

E knows how to make me smile.

And it's true. So far, all physical symptoms related to this growing baby are mine alone to experience. For a brief moment in time, I get to be the only one whose every waking moment is shared with Buster. I'm learning to be patient and appreciate these days when our wiggly bean lizard proves to me personally that s/he's a baby.

And judging from the amount of jumping and flopping apparently going on en utero, Buster is such a friggin' baby.