My legs are folded in front of me, body slightly hunched over with my abdomen bent to the right so that my arm rests on the headrest of the couch seat next to me.
I have been savoring the last few drops of my 20 oz. Coke, praying that the bottle will miraculously refill itself.
And... I can't stop crying or wipe the smile off my face.
My VERY REAL baby is moving, and...
I can feel it!
Gratitude doesn't begin to cover it.