Early on a Saturday morning – the dog does not sleep in, so neither do we. The day is chilly and golden, the trees are brilliant, not for much longer. The dog affectionately licks my toes. The cat meows plaintively, and I let her out of the room we accidentally shut her into. The husband is hunched over the laptop, cooling coffee in his hand, brow furrowed over his undergraduates’ papers, grading, always working. A smirk now and then at a particularly wretched piece of grammar, a creative spelling. Aaah, these kids.
A whole shimmering day of possibilities stretches before me. Things to do, time to do them in. Walk the dog. Bake a chocolate bourbon pecan pie, to take to a family Thanksgiving. Shop at the upscale grocery for ingredients. Write a Christmas list. Finish a Christie mystery, and start another. Call the family.
A November Saturday at home. For the first time, I think I feel the baby moving.
oh my gosh…i am so excited for you…i can\’t wait to get pregnant and feel a baby moving in me…i guess i just have to have patience…
*~* :o) don\’t cry cause it\’s over… :o) smile cause it happened… :o) *~*