Last night, it finally happened. I had my hand on my stomach and - BOOM! She kicked so hard, my hand moved!
Today, we were at a semi-annual Dr. Marten's shoe sale (thank you, UPS, for the $30 shoes) and a dad, mom, and baby sat down by us. After visiting, I found out the baby was 9 months old. She was kind of fussy at first, but then she and I started playing peekaboo. She giggled and smiled and cood (sp?). We both had so much fun. I'm going to be one of THOSE moms. Ya know - the kind that goes, "buzza babba boo boo boo" in that annoying, not-of-this-world voice?? Yes, the one I'VE complained about when I've heard others do it. But somehow, when *I* do it, it's ok! :-)
Today marks 24 weeks and Greg and I are starting to realize that in a matter of weeks, our lives are going to change. We are looking forward to her arrival....
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Oh God! So am I! You are gonna be (already ARE!) an absolute Awesome mother, dear darling daughter. You're so aware, so tuned in, so involved, so.... "there" in the here & now. You amaze me. xo
AW! Thanks!
That's so great!! Of course, when you babytalk, it will be great!
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