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,
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.
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.