Now I remember...

My little G3 (my personal pet name for my boy or girl to-be) has been very wiggly today. All tiny kicks and bumps as I sit at my desk working on headlines for a new hydronic products campaign. And with every little nudge I remember that this is what I love about being pregnant.

Once your baby is born it belongs to the world. It truly does take a village to raise your children and, once out of the womb, you are sharing that sweet little life with a host of siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, neighbors and people on the street who can't resist the siren call of a baby in a snuggli.

But before it's born? Well, for that short time it's just the two of you.

Your baby listens to the echo of your voice as you sing to the radio, talk on the phone, laugh at your sister and cry over Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. He or she comes along wherever you go, a silent companion that you can't help but think about every minute of every day. You are never alone, but you don't mind because you have your own delicious secret - the dynamic and busy life of your baby inside. When you are resting, they are awake, wiggling and poking and sometimes hiccuping their way through your Oprah magazine reading or movie watching. As you cruise the grocery aisles or vacuum the living room, they are quiet, lulled by your movement and the white noise of the outside environment.

But no matter what, they are there. You feel them and they feel you. You know each other completely and, for a while, that baby is yours and yours alone.

It's like magic and to me it's just about the only proof I can come up with that there is a higher power laying a hand down upon us.

But the rest of pregnancy sucks.