Tiny Bubbles

I know I’ve been a little quiet this week. It’s not on purpose. I sit down to the computer every night and think about writing to you, but nothing creative comes out.

The truth is I’m tired.

As I’m sure you could have guessed.

Work has been a little intense—it’s the season for it. And I didn’t have a very good day. Lots of phone calls. Lots of fires. Lots of frustration. I don’t feel very patient, so stupid mistakes wear me out. Most of the time I just wonder why I can’t bring in a mess of pillows and stick them under my desk where nobody will see me taking a nap.

That would be really nice.

So maybe the best thing to combat this unmotivated state I can’t seem to fight my way out of would be to tell you a quick story. Can you handle that?

Okay, here:

The other night, Brandon and I were sitting around doing nothing. Brandon was bored and wanted to play dumb video games, so I kept trying to distract him by talking his ear off. In other words, a typical night. I was sitting across from him, slouching a bit so my belly was pretty pronounced. He reached out and put his hand on my stomach, just to feel the little bump.

I don’t know if it was the pressure of his hand or some special connection to the little thing growing inside, but I felt a jump. A little flick. A little pop. A few little bubbles popping on my insides. And it was immediate. Like baby was saying hello.

He couldn’t feel it and it wasn’t the first time I felt something going on in there, but it was a really special moment for us. It seemed liked the baby was reacting to Brandon. For the first time. And isn’t that heart warming?

The end.

Anyway, I’ll do my best to post some more this week, but I’m sure you understand if I’m a bit sporadic.

The good news?

Our ultrasound is this Friday, so I’ll have some exciting things to share. Stay tuned.