Bumps in the Night

It's a cool, clear December night.  Nate and I are at a dinner party, chatting with friends and eating sweet, delicious ham like it was going out of style.  Suddenly,

Bump!

I pause, fork hovering above another tender morsel of pink ham.  Did anyone else notice that?  Guess it was just me.  I lift the forkful of ham to my mouth.  I savor the flavor.

Bump! Bump!

Ok, that was definitely something.  I'm not crazy.  That was a bump in the night.  A tiny fist bump from a tiny hand.  A hello and Merry Christmas to you.  A tiny nudge to say, "Nice to meet you, Mommy! Please keep eating ham!"

At 16w6d (last night), I felt my baby bump and nudge in my tummy.  And we are so having spiral cut ham for Christmas dinner.