The Pitter Patter of Little Feet!

Perched at my desk last Thursday, one leg tucked under the other (not a great preggo position by the way), I had the strangest sensation bubble up in my tummy. Ignoring it as a potential culprit to one of "life's little pains in the side," I went about the daily grind of putting out fires and responding to emails. Minutes later it reappeared, like the faintest of taps on my insides - almost if someone was gently running their fingers along your arm...the kind that evoke goosebumps and raise smiles. When it happened a third time, I grew excited and visited my favorite baby sites and sent Laney a text, only to have her excitedly spend the next ten minutes reviewing with me that yes, indeed, that was Baby Choate alerting me its alive and well and is a miracle to be!

With flushed cheeks and the widest of smiles, I called Mike to let him know our little angel was sending its message that its here and means business and is about to change our lives forever. Though I could hear him beaming through the phone, I know he longs for the week those punts get a little stronger so he too can share in the joy.

For now, it's our little secret. And a good one at that! Juicy, miraculous, incredible, amazing and for me, the hottest gossip around.

Now, on to researching coping methods for the times when the little guy/girl isn't swimming about and that irrational mommy fear settles in...