I smile at my belly. When I place a hand on it, it feels warm. Warm and cozy and safe. I know it's just the motherly hormones kicking in, but I like it. I love it, actually.

My dear husband places his ear gently on my belly, listening.

"I know one thing for sure." He says.

"What?" I ask, smiling.

"Our kid is an active one, it sounds like a basketball team stomping around in there." He grins.

I look down at our child, filling with warmth and love and adoration.

"I love you." I say.

My husband looks up, "I love you too."

I grin at him and bop his nose, "I love you too."