2:41 AM (Ashley)

It's dark in the room.  The only light is the soft glow from my alarm clock. "Great! 2:41. At least I slept for a couple hours this time."

I have to pee, bad.

I roll out of bed. Carefully choose my walking path. Even in my sleepy haze I know where not to step in order to avoid a painful battering of my toes.

I open the door to the bedroom and am met, almost instantly, with a dachshund nose straight to the crotch.  "well hello to you too Bean" (it happens every time)

I pee.  Of course it happens to be with an audience, but non the less, I pee.

Back to bed.

I have this thing that I do every time I lay down.  I place my hands on my belly and 'talk' to my babies.

I laid there for about 30 seconds or so ...

AND I FELT THEM MOVE!!!!

My eyes shot open and my heart jumped.

'Did that really just happen??'  I thought.

"Babe, they moved! I felt them move!"

"Do what?"

John rolled over and laid his hand on my belly... and waited.

HE FELT THEM MOVE TOO!!

I can't begin to tell you how perfect it was.