Jump, Baby, Jump

I had one of those bad dreams last night where something was wrong with the baby. I woke up fretting, thinking that I had not felt him move in too long. I drifted in and out of sleep, willing the baby to give me a kick or a flutter or something.

At 6 a.m. Ken's alarm went off. It's a clock radio, and somehow the volume got turned up really high. It startled me awake--and apparently the baby, too. He jumped so hard I almost fell out of bed! Apparently nothing is wrong with baby's hearing--or his reflexes.

:)