Was that you?

I think I felt you Saturday night. We were watching a movie at Paul and Nikki's, and I felt tickly bubbles travel a two inch path near my belly button. I thought when I felt you that I would freak out and tell everyone within five miles, but I just wasn't sure. I wondered if it was all in my head because I wanted it so much. I didn't want to make a big deal and realize later it was just gas. So I sat there waiting for more, but I was all worked up and couldn't tell tingly excitement from tickly bubbles by that point. On the way home, I told your dad. He was certain it was you movin' around in there. But I won't be convinced unless I get that same feeling again. So just for now, wiggle away, little one. Wiggle away, because I so badly want you to be big and strong enough to make me sit up and take notice. However, you're not allowed to make me sorry for this request. So three months from now, when I want you to stop kicking me and sleep at night, I expect you to do as you're told. Because I'm your mom, and I'll have naked pictures of you some day soon.