Belly full of baby

I had a surge of emotion last night - no it didn't manifest in tears. The 'weapy' stage seems to have come and gone - whether it will come again, I'm not sure. In fact, this morning, all I wanted to do was chase down this woman, sneak up on her unexpectedly and give her a murderous stare and the middle finger and all because she wouldn't give me a break in traffic. 

But back to my moment last night when my little girl started kicking me while I was cooking and I all of a sudden pictured having her in our home. I imagined myself peering into her cot and gazing at her wriggling, eyes closed, having just put her down for the night after a bath and feed...

I felt so much love for her my heart started leaping and I felt my face grow hot. Then she kicked me even harder and I set down the wooden spoon I had in my hand and held onto that image, rubbing my belly. She knew I was thinking of her too.

Doesn't look like much but that was our little girl at 13 weeks. I wonder what she looks like now.