The third coming

I had another OB appointment today; I have another sonogram in two weeks. He's big enough to change my abdomen from a watermelon to a pyramid to the surface parabola of waves crashing at high tide.

His clothes are sorted. His room is painted and the first furniture is moved in. He's becoming a more real entity. The girls walk by his door and say that's Baby Brother's room! He who was a thought, then a seed, then an announcement, then a flutter is now a thunderbolt.

He's almost a boy. And what a few months ago I felt alone we can all feel now: we feel him coming.