After running to catch the bus: “Sorry about that.”

On the way to get lunch, totally starving: “Don’t worry, we’re going to get some food *right* now.”

Tonight on the couch, while feeling the most kicking I’ve felt thus far: “Wow, you liked that brownie, didn’t you?”

It’s so strange… a squirming feeling, a little bird in my belly, a quivering. Quickening.