The year of the birth of my first-born.
Shortly before midnight on New Years Eve, while laughing and sipping my tonic and lime, I stopped mid-sentence and my eyes popped wide. There it was, unmistakable. My baby, tap-tap-tapping away inside me. A new year's "hello" from the little stranger who has yet to make her/himself known.
I am blown away.
2 comments:
WOW! That so so exciting! Hello baby Jost! and Congrats Lauren!
(I'm still waiting, but all I'm feeling is gurgly tummy.)
Oh, man, what a way to ring in the new year.
Feeling the baby move is still a pretty nice secret. No one can tell (usually) and it's particularly nice to feel your very own baby when, say, in the middle of a dullsville meeting.
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