Dreams

I dreamt about our baby for the first time on Sunday. She was clean and smiling, sitting on my brothers lap. I picked her up to feed her, glancing in the mirror as we walked by, then sat in the white chair by the window -- in the Norwell house, of course, where all my dreams take place.

I've loved her -- or him, more since then, been happier to bear the aches and inconveniences of pregnancy.