But it was especially fitting that on that day, I felt our little baby's hand. Or maybe foot. I'm not sure. We were lying in bed, chatting before falling asleep, and feeling the little one wiggle around, when suddenly...a little tiny hand (I think) pushed up, right into my palm.
I will admit, until then...it all still felt kind of...strange. Detached. I mostly worried about the logistics and found myself seldom thinking of a cute little baby. Something about feeling that hand though...it changed how I look at this baby! NOW, it seems like a sweet little baby. NOW I find myself more often thinking silly baby thoughts of love, instead of worrying about how good of a mother I'll be.