I've been having a hard time sleeping lately.  Whether it is due to drinking too much water, or just waking up because there is so much on my mind, I end up awake, at or around 3:30 or 4:00 am.

Normally, I try to sing a hymn (as there is normally a horrible song stuck in my head) or just spend the time praying for the baby.  But last night as I lay there, I felt something.  Butterflies.

This time, it wasn't due to being nervous, or anxious, or due to something I ate. 

It was different than the butterflies I had when I met Stephen for the first time... and knew he would be the one I would spend the rest of my life with. 

It was different than the butterflies I had when I saw Stephen in my wedding dress.

And different than the butterflies I had when I knew we were pregnant and I got to surprise him with the news.

The butterflies inside of me felt different. Unlike anything I've ever felt before.  I realized it was little Baby Baker making sure I knew it was there.  And I'm guessing that it wanted me to know that it too, was awake. 

It made being awake ok.  I didn't mind since I then knew I wasn't alone. 



Emily Davis said...

I love this post! So sweet....

xoxo, Emily

Katie Clay said...

Love this, Sarah! xox

Three Pink Dots said...

I love this sissy!!!!! So sweet Baby was a kicking.... Or tap dancing.

Sasha said...

Such a sweet post! You should frame it and put it in Baby B nursery!