Yawn

I saw you yawn today. Measuring three pounds, 30 weeks, even though you're just past 28, your head down, facing back, and little feet and fists bumping me at your passing whims.

And then, I saw you yawn.

I gasped and started to laugh, and the ultrasound tech said "Oh you saw that?" and then printed up a picture.

It's in my handbag right now.

I'm not surprised you're tired. You kept me up much of the night and morning with flickers and rumblings and other strong opinions.

I may have teared up, when I saw you yawn.

May have.

But I won't admit it.