All night last night I was very anxious about Todd not making it in time for his interview (having to drive from JFK to Connecticut in morning traffic after a red eye and no sleep). I would wake up every few hours and check the traffic where he was and wonder if he was doing alright. Once when I woke up I saw that my mom's light was on in her room so I went and crawled in bed with her. She couldn't sleep either, worrying about my dad who was in Salt Lake at the Heart Failure Clinic seeing a specialist, which he seems to be doing a lot lately.

Even though we were both haggard it was nice to be close to her. I've been feeling the baby wiggle and move all week, but didn't think they were strong enough to feel them from the outside. Baby was extra wiggly this morning so I had my mom place her hand on my belly and she felt movement! Her first, tiny grand baby moving and dancing and wriggling so my mom could feel her and know she's there and okay. My mom gets very animated and screams when she is excited and I love her for that. Even at 6am.

Three generations of women who love each other all slept in the same bed this morning.