knock knock

Last night sitting balled up on the sofa contemplating all things that can go to hell with this new financial situation-- I was making myself crazy. So I finally got up, got a book, I balled back up again around the belly, and dove into my escape, fiction...

Then

I felt a knock, just like a knuckle tap under the flesh- a hello? and a few seconds later, a second one.

I have been feeling flutters and tickles, traces and imaginings of butterfly wings, and the gentle movement of curtains lifting in a breeze too gentle to feel since the cusp of week 15... but this? this was different.

Hello little one, I hear you. And OH I cannot wait to hear you again.