Saturday morning, melka woke up with a start.

“Ow,” she said. “That was a major kick.” Then, we fell back to sleep.

Later that morning, she remembered waking up with what felt like a little person stretching completely and trying to get out of her belly. And a lot afterward, more than usual, and more intense. But now, there wasn’t much motion.

So we panicked. Last time, with Malina, there was a flurry of activity… and then a silence. You can’t rationalize that fear away. So we called and went to the hospital (by bike, of course).

They hooked melka up to a CTG… a marvelous device that measures the baby’s heartbeat, her heartbeat, and the contractions. The heartbeat was good, for everyone. The only contractions were when I made her laugh.

We were happy with this, and for over an hour we got to hear the heartbeat… so the CTG is going to become a very close friend, I imagine, as the weeks go on.