On the 15th of November I felt twitches. I thought they were muscle twitches. I was still in the headspace where I didn’t want to fool myself. Just muscle twitches, I thought. Nothing to be excited about.
But the twitches kept happening, and kept getting stronger. A few days before Thanksgiving I told my mom that I wasn’t sure, but I thought I felt the baby kicking.
“What’s it like?” she asked. Not because she didn’t know what it’s like, but because she wanted to help me verify.
“Well, you know how when you go for a long, long walk and afterward, when your muscles are ‘cooling down’, they kind of twitch?”
I paused. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
“I guess I don’t exercise as much as you.”
I pulled on my hair. I kept trying to come up with an analogy that worked. No dice. We finally decided to be optimists and pretend it was baby kicks. I then tried my analogy on Mike.
“Nope,” he said.
“You’re kidding me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Muscle twitches?”
I took a deep breath. “Okay, you know how the skin under your eye sometimes twitches? It doesn’t hurt, it just…ticks?”
I flung my hands in the air in a victory “V”. “Like that!”
It’s still like that. She’s been kicking all through this post, in fact. That’s my girl.