So, as I was sitting here at my desk sobbing away over the unfairness of it all, I felt something.
A little something.
A slightly twitchy something.
A something I can only describe as a goldfish swimming about my ute.
Or, maybe a really tiny frog. Yeah, I think a really tiny frog best describes this feeling.
Please tell me almost 14 weeks is too early for a frog in the ute feeling to actually be feeling the baby. I quite agree. Especially for a fat, first-timer. And, yet… that’s what I felt.
Was it Sprout comforting Mama? Am I cooking up my first decent poo in a week? Only time will tell. I’m choosing to believe my baby was reaching out when I needed a little lovins.