Now that I know what to look for, I feel the baby every day. She’s particularly active in the late afternoon, right before deadline, shortly after I down a cup of calcium-fortified orange juice. I can just picture her in there, those itty-bitty feet kicking for all she’s worth.

I will never forget the look of wonder on Chip’s face a few days ago when he felt the baby move for the first time. “Oh!” he gasped, his hands on either side of my abdomen. “I felt something!”

I nodded. “That’s your daughter.”

“Do it again!” he said, his mouth against my belly.

Immediately our little girl complied.

“Good parenting there, Chip.” I gave him a playful jab. “She’s minding you already.”