I was coming out of a fairly complicated dream involving time machines and Halloween parades, but after a few seconds I felt it: kick.
I woke up properly. She asked, “did you feel that?”
I didn’t move, waiting for another one. And it came, full force:
“Holy cow, that was huge,” I said. Not only was it feel-able, it was strong. Purposeful. Somebody’s in there.
The last several weeks, I’ve been waiting and feeling with no luck. I’d detect little murmurs here and there, but I was never quite sure if I was feeling a baby or a heartbeat, maybe Carey’s stomach growling. I’d tried to coax them now and then (“Gnomes, this is your father. Let me know you’re in there, please.”), but this was the real thing.
I took my hand away and looked at her belly. After a few seconds, a tiny bulge popped up-down where my hand had been. Another kick. And this time I was seeing it.
I’m not sure if it was B or C, but someone near the top wanted to let me know they’re there.