In the last few days, maybe a week or so, I've started to feel the baby moving. I'd forgotten how subtle it is at first, remembering mostly Will's persistent kicks (punches? head-butts?) of objection the week I was sick before he was born. But at first it's a mere flutter. You have to be pretty still and quiet to even recognize it. It's a nice reminder that all is as it should be. They told me at the doctor's office that I could come in whenever I wanted to if I just needed the reassurance of hearing the heartbeat. I haven't done that, but have considered it a few times when the four weeks between appointments seems to stretch forever. Now maybe when I feel that anxiety I'll be better off finding some quiet and waiting for the baby to reassure me.