“I can’t have extra bacon. It’ll give me heartburn,” she said as she threw them back in the pan again. She suddenly grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding my plate and held it to her belly. I could feel just the slightest bit of pressure. The baby was kicking. “See!” she said happily. “He agrees.” She was still holding my hand to her when she looked down at her protruding belly. “Tell Daddy we like bacon. but it doesn’t like us. He worries too much.”
