Kick

I'm in Martha's Vineyard, and I should be going to sleep. But instead I am lying on my back staring at my belly.

This is because in the last two days or so, Succotash has been kicking hard enough for me to actually see it.

I sat for awhile, poised with my phone, trying to capture proof on video. Every time I was ready with the record button, he would settle down.

I'd try to jostle him, but like me, he is stubborn, and will only move on his own terms.

I finally got him. One weird ripple. Not my breath. A glimmer of life, or will, or something, but not mine.

I am 25 weeks. 15 to go. Which doesn't seem like all that many, when you get right down to it.