Entry V (Month 4)

The baby moves now. Inside me, it moves.

The first time I felt it I nearly gave Peeta a heart attack, what with the hysterics and desperate clutching of my round, bowling-ball of a stomach. Once he figured out what was happening, though, he was laughing and crying and laying his head against the bulge, pressing his face to it, showering it with kisses.

I still don't understand what it was that I felt in that moment. I think part of me really was overjoyed, at least to see him so happy. But it's swallowed up by a cold, unshakeable dread that settles around my heart.