Regina
It was getting harder and harder to sleep at night. My belly was so big that no matter which way I lie on the bed, it was uncomfortable. I tried all the things, pillows between my knees, pillow under my belly, warm shower before bed, but even if I did get comfortable, baby would start her gymnastics routine in my belly.
Jeff loved to put his hand on the tight skin of my belly and feel how it moved. He was in awe. But more often than not she was ramming my ribs or stomping on my bladder. Any sleep I did get was interrupted by frequent shuffles to the bathroom.
I had barely drifted off when the phone on the nightstand didn't just ring; it screamed, shattering the fragile silence of the farmhouse at 2:14 AM.
I fumbled for it, my heart already hammering against my ribs. Jeff was bo
