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.
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.