I walk into the house and lay down on the sofa.
It's Friday evening and the house is quiet.
It's one of those weekends when all of our kids are away, and of course, I'm feeling down.
So, I decide to take a quick nap before Hubby gets home.
I'll get some rest, and it should take my mind off of my sadness.
However, as I'm laying on the sofa, I notice I haven't felt baby move for a few hours.
I give my belly a little nudge to check on him, and sure enough the kicking begins.
And I realize, I was not alone after all.