On Thursday, July 3, 1980, my husband Gregg was getting dressed for the day. I was still in bed, having gotten up in the night with our 10-month old son Andrew.  Gregg was telling me what he would be working on that day, when I told him, "I just felt a baby move."

Gregg looked up and saw that I had my hand on my belly.  "You . . what?"

"I just felt a baby move!" I repeated.  He and I just looked at each other. After all the fertility doctors we had seen, in our efforts to get pregnant with our first child, we couldn't believe that a second "miracle" would just happen.

Later that day, I saw my doctor, had a pregnancy test and was told that we were expecting another miracle.

Since I had not had a period since before Andrew was born, we had not idea when our second child was due.  One doctor assured us that the due date would be in December, since I could not possibly have felt movement