My morning panic

I am 36 weeks pregnant....And I am getting very good at being emotional....

So, I slept perfectly last night. I mean, I was out, only had to pee two times, and was happy to greet the morning at 7 (rather than 4 or even 3 am). But then I thought, "wait, why did I sleep so well? Why aren't I in pain? Where is my insomnia. What's wrong?" And then I figured that something was wrong with Baby. No, I didn't simply figure it, I KNEW. I pounded my way downstairs, (my usual tip-toe has turned into oh-so-gentle booming sounds), drank two glasses of milk, woke up my husband, Matt, and made him lie down with me until I felt Baby move. I poked my tummy. I prodded him. I all but spanked him, pleading with him to move, to wake up, to be alive. In his sleepy state, Matt gently rubbed my tummy, yawned and started to fall asleep.

I did begin to cry, now convinced that Baby had died.
"He is usually awake and very active at 7," I told Matt.
"Relax," Matt said. I cried harder.
Matt put his mouth on my stomach, "Hellloooo....you're scaring your mom. Wake up....," he said. We both felt a very gentle nudge with Baby's hands. And then a few minutes later, obviously annoyed at being woken up, Baby kicked me. Hard.

"What time is it?" Matt asked.
"7:15," I responded.
"So....Baby slept in for 15 minutes. And you freaked out."

I will admit now that I seem to have over-reacted. And now, I will laugh at myself, especially as Matt was supportive of my overreaction and my crazy start to the day.