11 weeks and little kicks

Pippin, today I felt you move.

Sitting on the bus, heading home with the Wee Man, I felt a little flutter which was unfamiliar, yet also, as I recalled previous memories, very familiar at the same time.

11 weeks seems very early. I wondered if I was mistaken.

But as if you sensed my uncertainty, there it was again. A tiny little kick.

I almost cried.

I remembered how Bubby D always kicked me on buses. How the longer I sat still, the more animated she got.

It looks like you are a bus lover too.

And suddenly in my head it’s all real.

Oh my word.

We are having another baby!