The miracle of…cherry pie?

So last night I was lying on the couch after dinner and I felt the baby kick in my stomach so I lovingly patted my belly and thought about the adorable miracle growing in…oh…wait…my baby is sitting next to me. My stomach is just fat. And those “kicks”? Were just gas.

You’d think I could tell the difference after actually having been pregnant but obviously I failed. Blame it on the baby-amnesia.