This morning on my way to work, Baby Rivas woke up a bit earlier than usual. I noticed partly because I’m the size of a whale, and partly because I swear he was dancing to the radio. I was sitting in the drive through line at Starbucks (because you can knock up the girl but you can’t take away her Pumpkin Spice Latte) listening to the radio a little louder than socially acceptable and my belly started moving like crazy. I turned the radio down when it was my turn to order and my belly stopped moving. After I ordered and pulled forward, I turned the radio up and wouldn’t you know: there goes Mini Me perfecting his dance moves.
So baby doesn’t wake up before 9am, unless it’s to dance. Good to know.